"How was your day with the princess? What was she like?" Selena's voice was tinged with curiosity.
"Mmh." Lyria took a long sip of her milk and breathed in. "Not bad, though she tried to poach me. I refused, of course."
Lyria glanced at her mother, whose eyes were clearly urging her to continue. "Ehem... we are friends now, I guess. She even told me to call her by her name."
Upon hearing this, Selena smiled widely. "I knew she would like you!" She playfully pinched Lyria's cheek. "Who wouldn't love my pretty and adorable baby?"
Lyria felt a little overwhelmed; this was the first time Selena had behaved quite so affectionately. Still, she leaned into it narcissistically. "Of course. I am very lovable."
"And because of that," Lyria added with a yawn, "I have to draw special designs for her and her consorts." After finishing the milk, she stood up and stretched. "Ugh, I need to sleep. I have to go measure them tomorrow."
