"Princess—we've met once before, I believe?" said Sieglind, looking steadily at Hilde with a pleasant, lopsided grin on her pixie-like face, which was also beautiful in its own exotic way.
Returning a polite smile, Hilde answered, "Twice, I think?"
"Ah…" Sieglind's grin widened. "I only recall the second time."
Hilde maintained her smile as she thought, how do you know it was the second time if you only recall us meeting once?
If she had found in Theodar a kindred soul at first meeting, in Sieglind, this was the third time that Hilde was finding… an enigma.
It was really the strangest thing. There was this odd sense that they SHOULD be getting along, but for whatever reason, whenever she tried to, Hilde couldn't manage to form a good opinion of Lothar's little sister.
And each of t
