A moment later, Azalea fell asleep, likely from exhaustion.
Selene, who had been sitting like a royal princess, then stood, though her legs looked weak, as if she'd just run a marathon. Carrying Azalea shouldn't have had such an effect, but Selene's physical condition was probably lacking when it came to outdoor activities.
Her untrained body resulted in virtually no physical ability. It was possible she never engaged in any physical activity in her daily life. All I could imagine was a frequently sickly royal princess, confined to her bed—like Aurora, again.
"What are you staring at?" Selene snapped, putting on a sour face.
"Nothing, it's fine." I could only deflect, though she surely knew what I was thinking.
"Really?" she said, stepping closer, tilting her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. There was a sweet cunning in her eyes—like a cat who knew its prey couldn't escape.
"Yes, really."
