The Way of Emotions

Sincerity is the ultimate weapon in human connection.

Mature elves naturally wield this potent tool, and as royals, Felicia and Karina possess an almost professional psychologist’s knack for understanding and soothing emotions.

Royal elves are indeed masters of emotion.

Before them, even the most stoic would lower their guard, revealing their truest, softest selves.

Selina was moved—truly, deeply moved.

This emotional outpouring rivaled her candid talk with Karina.

If Karina’s secret was heartfelt confessions, Felicia, her daughter, had mastered her mother’s essence.

No move loses its power if used correctly. With the right timing, full of heartfelt words, actions, and expressions, even the coldest heart would melt.

That night, Selina couldn’t recall how she returned to her room.

Perhaps she’d cried herself out, or her swollen eyes and exhaustion took over.

After sobbing in Felicia’s arms, she drifted into a hazy sleep.

The embrace of an elven beauty was so warm and gentle that Selina didn’t stir as Felicia carried her to her room.

This showed that, deep down, Selina truly accepted Felicia as her sister.

Only family could make her drop all defenses, basking in their care and warmth.

The maids outside? Velansel stayed stone-faced, saying nothing, but her prepared blanket and hot water revealed her concern. Cuibis, though?

Forgive her. As Selina’s personal maid, she should’ve handled tucking her in, changing her clothes, and wiping her face.

But Velansel and Felicia took over entirely.

Cuibis could only stand by, unable to help, her starry-eyed gaze fixed on the tender, intimate scene of sisterly care.

As a self-proclaimed “non-chaotic” shipper, she declared herself a devoted fan of the sisterly bond, utterly enchanted by the heartwarming display.

A peaceful yet eventful night passed. By morning, as the moon yielded to the sun, warm dawn light bathed half of Selina’s cheek.

At her bedside, Felicia had arrived early, moving silently. After last night’s emotional exchange, she’d sought Karina’s guidance late into the night, learning the art of emotions.

Delighted by her daughter’s eagerness, Karina shared her years of wisdom.

With her mother’s teachings, Felicia grew more nuanced in handling emotions.

She came to Selina’s room at dawn, wanting to be the first thing her sister saw upon waking.

This aligned with Karina’s first lesson: “True intimacy requires familiarity. Expecting deep bonds from those rarely seen is absurd… The way of emotions lies therein.”

Karina’s words rang true. Felicia resolved to maximize her time with Selina, deepening their bond—er, understanding! The plan was to never waste a moment of closeness (companionship), subtly making Selina accustomed to her presence. Ideally, Selina would be enveloped in her “aura,” but that possessive thought was quickly suppressed.

Her sister had just opened her heart; now was the time for delicate care, not overreach.

Felicia sat by the bed, her slender arm propping her perfect chin, her gaze fixed on the still-sleeping Selina.

Her sister’s sleeping face was captivating, especially under the dawn light, half in brightness, half in shadow, enhancing her ethereal beauty.

To Felicia, Selina was a sleeping beauty, irresistible even in slumber.

She was thrilled with her decision to come early, lest she miss this breathtaking sight.

The maids stood guard at the boudoir’s doors. Velansel remained expressionless, while Cuibis fidgeted, restless since secretly founding the “Felicia-Selina Sisterhood” fan club. Her mind replayed last night’s heart-pounding scenes.

With the door closed, peeking wasn’t proper for a maid, but the restraint was torturous—like knowing something delightful was behind an open door but being unable to look.

Velansel glanced at her colleague’s shifting expression, her lips twitching.

She knew Cuibis was lost in improper thoughts. A soft cough reminded her to straighten up, and Velansel let it go.

Elves had quirks, and as long as they didn’t affect duties, they were fine.

The sisters’ cozy time “wasted”? Please, it was Selina’s birthday.

As the star, she could do anything short of treason and be indulged.

The elven vassals waiting outside would consider seeing her an honor, unbothered by delays from oversleeping.

Such thoughts misunderstand the elves’ near-fanatical reverence for their rare royals, born once in a millennium.

If Selina wanted the stars, those thousand-year-old dukes would likely try to pluck them from the sky.