It's a strange feeling like driving him.

Elowen, standing nearby, observed the intimate exchange between Astrid and Charlotte.

Her transparent glasses reflected the light from the lamps, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The bond between the two had grown stronger over the past month, almost rivaling the honeymoon phase of a newlywed couple.

After exchanging a few more words with Charlotte, Astrid remembered the purpose of her visit.

Turning her head, she noticed a young man emerging from the adjacent room. Tristian was dressed in a loose, long robe, his handsome face carrying a heroic air.

When his deep eyes fell on Lyra, who stood poised beside Astrid, they lingered for a moment before shifting to the silver-haired princess at Elise's right.

"Good to see you again, Your Highness Astrid."

"Good afternoon, Lord Tristian."

Unlike the warm embrace she had shared with Charlotte, Astrid's interaction with Tristian was far more formal.