"Greetings, Your Highness." Vasily greeted with a friendly smile on her face when she saw Aristia enter the drawing room.
"Greetings, Viscountess Hemsworth." Aristia acknowledged the greeting.
"How are you today?" Vasily asked.
Aristia's classes for the previous day had been cancelled for unexplained reasons and she hoped everything was fine with her.
"Chirpy!" Aristia replied.
When Vasily's face morphed into confusion, she explained.
"It means I'm happy— fine."
"Ooh," Vasily nodded slowly, trying to hold back the smile from forming on her lips. But the amusement in her eyes was not hidden.
What was the little princess talking about now?
