“Come on, Lyra,” Sabriel pleaded, tugging at Illyra’s arm.
The princess pursed her lips and glared at the long, slender fingers curled around her bicep. For once, Sabriel wasn’t dressed in her armor and she’d recently started calling Illyra by her nickname. The princess wasn’t sure what to make of it all.
“What’s the urgency?” she asked, shaking the other woman’s hand from her arm.
“I know you like to read and you just have to see this library. You didn’t grow up in a palace or castle, so you can’t even imagine how many books there are,” Sabriel gushed.
“I get that. Do you think I could put an actual dress on before we go running through the castle?” the princess asked. She motioned to the night garment she was still wearing.
Sabriel blushed suddenly and stepped back. “Right, of course,” Sabriel stammered.