If only I could imprison her

Livia... Could she be that person...?

Amalia knew she wasn't as cold as she appeared when dealing with this distant relative. Deep down, she had always longed for someone to talk to.

Even if she was a member of the Valeria family, she shared the same blood as that indifferent man.

What if... What if the kindness Livia showed wasn't a facade but simply her nature?

Admittedly, Amalia had come to see Livia as someone more intimate than an ordinary acquaintance, but she wasn't sure if their relationship could be called a friendship.

Livia had many friends and could interact with far more people than Amalia ever could. The thought made Amalia's heart sink.

Even if they could be considered friends, she still wouldn't feel any happiness.

To Livia, she was just a passerby in life, a wretched creature locked away in an ancient castle, one of many who might be called a "friend."