38 Frost Princess 3

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about…?" Anastasia's voice cut through the air, her gaze steady as she settled into an empty chair beside me.

With a casual gesture, she unbuttoned the top of her uniform, a subtle reveal of her cleavage catching my eye.

I found myself momentarily taken aback by her nonchalant demeanor.

It was unexpected, to say the least, to witness such openness from a princess.

But then again, individuals of high status, especially women, often possessed intriguing and sometimes eccentric personalities when it came to social interactions.

I couldn't help but reflect on the similar behavior of my own young miss, whose unabashed displays of affection sometimes caused minor disturbances, particularly during important events.

Caught in a moment of silent contemplation, I struggled to find the right words to respond to Anastasia's query.