Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Are you nervous?

"Well... of course."

It was a rare initiative from Her Highness Grace. Avro just pretended to nod calmly, hiding all the excitement from his soul and body in his heart.

If you were to dance with Grace at a banquet and then say your favorite words in her ear... what kind of emotions would Her Highness Grace show?

She couldn't escape at that time.

Well, it must be very cute.

131. My family is acting weird again!Who knows?

The sound of clinking knives and forks echoed quietly in the private room of the Cotillard Hotel.

Grace and Nora are the silent types, while Avro is the exact opposite.

She is a naturally talkative and optimistic person who can get along with everyone comfortably when exuding kindness, and can also lead topics and directions without any burden.

Simply put, the approachable Afro was born to be a saint.

"Eat?"

The silver table knife forked the steak cut into square pieces and handed it to Grace.

What caught Grace's eye was Avro's expectant, bright and clear eyes.

Her chin was slightly raised, and her pupils were blinking like stars, giving her a clear and lovely look.

Grace's hands holding the knife and fork stopped, and she stared at Avro in surprise with her eyebrows furrowed.

This guy...is totally a dog...

"Do not……"

Before he could finish the word "no", a soft piece of something stuck to his lips.

It's chopped steak.

Nora sat opposite and didn't show much reaction. She just paused slightly with her hand holding the knife and fork, then lowered her head, remaining silent as always.

I don’t know when, Afro changed from being kind and cautious at the beginning to being a bit wanton now.

She would even...even forcefully kiss others.

The veins on Grace's forehead bulged unconsciously when she thought of this.

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Afro poked at the steak playfully, like a dragonfly touching water, with a smile as bright as a spring flower on his face.

"Eat some more."

Gain, intention, forgetfulness, form.

Grace made a serious face with a cold face, chewing slowly while suppressing her emotions.

Habits are not permanent, and the subtle resonance of the soul is like some kind of special domestication, turning the original sharpness into a smooth one, and turning the glacier into a scorching volcano.

I can't even suppress the most basic instinct of appetite...

After swallowing the food with a gulp, Grace couldn't bear it any longer. She decided to speak up and stop something: "I don't like others forcing me to do anything."

His sharp eyes looked past Avro, who was eager to feed him a second time, as a silent warning.

But Afro seemed to have a defense like an iron bucket. She faced the cold and faced it. As she spoke, she took a fork and handed it over.

"But Your Highness Grace, your body is recovering, right?"

The other hand used a fork to poke at the green vegetables on the plate with disgust.

A cold comes and goes quickly. In fact, it was only the first two days that were uncomfortable. Now, except for sweating a little easily and having a little discomfort in her throat, Grace has no other abnormalities.

There is no need to worry at all during the recovery period, and there is no need for Afro to meddle in his own business.

"You don't have to make your own decisions. You have to eat what you want. Don't worry about it."

Grace even raised her hand and pushed Avro's arm aside in disgust.

Avro's eyes dropped unhappily, he curled his lips and pushed Grace's hand back, coaxing her in a charming tone,

"Then I'll cook it for you next time. You can eat a little bit now, okay?"

This is……?

Grace was a little annoyed. Why did she say the strange words "I won't eat food that is not made by Avro"?

I feel like I am shooting myself in the foot...

She thought deeply for a moment, opened her lips slightly, and bit into the steak on the silver fork very quickly, like a snow-white cat devouring dried fish in one bite.

She kept chewing with her slightly bulging cheeks, and announced vaguely - "This is it... it's over."

"Hmm~"

Avro nodded with satisfaction and affectionately brushed Grace's broken hair behind her ears, with soft eyes, as if giving encouragement to a child, and said,

"It's pretty awesome."

Grace couldn't stand her sticky atmosphere, and she completely turned people into children psychologically.

I don't see how this makes Avro turn into a little fool who can't live without him. He clearly regards himself as a fool.

Grace quickly shook her head away, like a fast, wild and untamable feline creature, keeping her head far away.

"Don't be so ignorant of distance. If you want to go to the banquet later, it's best to pretend that you don't know me.

I don't want to expose my identity yet, because of our relationship, if I get too close to you, the eyes of the investigation will be on me, which will cause a lot of trouble.

As for the magic drink, you don't have to worry too much. I will find the right person for this myself. For the rest, you can do whatever you want... Just think of it as attending a dance and relaxing. "

Expressing what she wanted to do in one breath, Grace took one last look at Avro and confirmed to her:

"Is there anything else you don't understand?"

But this ignorant nun just held her head crookedly with her wrists, looking at herself like a sunflower with a stupid smile, her eyebrows crooked.

Clumsy and cute, he stared at himself and nodded innocently.

To be honest, it's no different from a jumping, stupid dog wagging its tail.

Grace lowered her mouth and frowned and asked her, "Why are you laughing?"

"Ok?"

Avro raised his eyebrows, the love in his eyes almost overflowing.

"I just think it's nice that Her Highness Grace is so frank. She is finally willing to speak her mind. She used to say nothing."

She cautiously looked at Nora opposite, who was engrossed in eating, then quietly moved close to Grace's earlobe, and said the simplest love words in an ambiguous voice,

"I love so much."

How many times?

Grace was going crazy, but she still clung to the frozen wall of her heart and kept her expression calm.

Grinding her teeth and enduring the burning heat in her ears, Grace raised her knife and fork for a long time before speaking calmly,

"Got it, let's eat."

Avro used his fingers to lightly dance the little figure on the table, then cautiously and maliciously approached, "Then you..."

Grace chewed and took a glance, and quietly pushed Afro's little thoughts away with her elbow, but she happened to be greeted warmly by the girl's smile...

Avro was very calm this time, but Grace could hear her whispering "I like it, cute" and the like, as well as her pleasant humming.

So annoying... Grace frowned again, can she refuse the task?

As for our Miss Nora, she lowered her head and carefully divided the steaks on the table with a knife and fork. Listening to their laughter, she felt a strong loneliness for no reason.

Will one day I have someone I can talk to anytime, anywhere?

I'm a little envious...

……

According to the old system of the Rhine nobles, the banquet started at eight o'clock in the evening, and most of them lasted about two hours.

During this period there will be a half-hour meal break, followed by an hour and a half of dancing.

In order not to reveal her identity, Grace gave Avro a black and white chip to attend the banquet, and she and Nora would attend as Elsa and Anna's masters and servants.

The venue of the banquet was not at Donald Upton's manor, but at the Budapest Hotel in the imperial capital, which is as famous as Cotillard.

The carriage ran smoothly, and Grace gently opened the curtain with golden tassels and wiped away the foggy glass.

The marble building with the "Budapest" light sign in the imperial capital suddenly appeared in front.

Just like the splendid golden house described by the poet, Budapest hotels are famous for their luxury and grandeur.

Marble columns as precious as diamonds are carved into different artistic contours, supporting this eight-story towering building.

Countless horses with rollers stepped through the gate, gorgeous magic lamps, elegant fragrances, rare flowers in winter, and servants like swimming fish, making people dizzy.

Even the Francis family's banquet was not as lively as it was at the moment.

Everything dazzled Nora, she pinched her chin and couldn’t help but ask,

"Boss Downer...how did he gather so many nobles in one day...?"

Of course, his expression was as expressionless as before.

"Ok?"

Grace intended to cultivate Nora, so she leaned back on the seat and asked this question to Nora.

“Nora, if you were Boss Donner, how would you fulfill my request?”

Norah lowered her head and pondered for a while, "Recruiting members with funds in the name of casino members...? And then you say this is a benefit given by the casino."

"The people in the Keda Casino should all be wealthy nobles. Will they really leave everything behind and come here so quickly?"

Nora frowned and thought about Grace’s words carefully, but came to no conclusion.

She shook her head to give up, and looked at Her Royal Highness with eyes full of curiosity.

Grace looked at the glass from a distance, looking at the colorful flags embroidered with the coats of arms of different families, and explained,

"Human beings follow all living things, you only need to invite one person to come, and that's it."

"one person?"

Nora was still a little confused.

"Yes. Everyone has something they want, a reason to bring people together. Sometimes all it takes is a reason or a goal that everyone wants to reach for."

Grace answered calmly while looking out the window,

"So, Boss Donner found this reason. Well...he found someone..."

Suddenly her eyes became sharp, and she saw a familiar carriage among the guests.

The appearance of the carriage is extremely luxurious, with many flowers carved on the railings, and golden silk threads running through it, decorating the gorgeous carriage carriage with bright and lustrous flowers.

The two beautifully groomed white horses were covered with gleaming golden saddles. Their heads were slightly raised and they were full of dignity.

It's a royal carriage.

Grace's eyes narrowed nervously, and her crisp voice became deeper due to alertness.

"I have found an extreme prince..."

White military boots stepped on the railing, and then a tall young man jumped out of the car.

Dazzling blond hair, iconic eye patch, imperial royal military uniform, slender short sword at the waist, and eyes that always contain gloom and resentment.

There is no doubt that it is his extremely bad-tempered brother Karta.

He was actually released in less than half a month. How much do you think he is loved by his father?

To be honest, people with disabilities are often more likely to have extreme ideas than people without disabilities.

Grace didn't know if Karta was this kind of person, but she knew that anyone with power in the royal family should not be underestimated.

After Karta got off the carriage, he ran straight towards the other carriage, as if he was deliberately looking for something.

And beside him stood an old man wearing a mage's robe. His white beard seemed to contain the wisdom of the elders and hung down to his chest.