Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Bustling hotels, peaceful singing and dancing, people coming and going, past and present, and strange witches.

Plus the past keeps catching up with the present.

Nora stayed up all night. After completing Grace's request, she stayed outside the door all night, from the dark night to the early morning when twilight began.

During this period, she received a reminder from Miss Doris - a message from a beautiful maid requesting that Her Majesty Grace meet tomorrow afternoon.

At about eight o'clock in the morning, the door to the room finally opened.

She didn’t know what was going on inside, but thinking about Grace’s identity as a girl, Nora could vaguely guess something.

Grace, who had just opened the door, looked gloomy, her scarlet pupils suppressing the anger that was about to turn into substance, and the fatigue that was visible to the naked eye.

She had not changed her clothes, so she smelled of alcohol.

On the neck where the skin is not completely covered, there are still ambiguous red marks.

Behind Her Royal Highness is the cautious Miss Avro, who looks like a child who has made a mistake.

She lowered her head, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked extremely aggrieved.

"Nora, where is the winter coat I asked you to find?"

"I've already asked the hotel front desk to prepare it. I just need to go down and call the maids to bring it up."

Nola’s mood was slightly complicated, but her face still remained calm and calm, and she said mechanically like a perfect maid,

"Also, Miss Doris invites you to meet this afternoon, on the Avenue Icke next to the Theater Royal."

143. Fragile Grace

Grace's footsteps paused, her delicate face suppressed with silent anger, but her voice was not affected by her emotions at all, as cold as usual,

"I know, let's go after breakfast."

Afro, who was behind Grace, raised his head and wanted to say something. He raised his white palm in mid-air and wanted to put it on the girl's shoulder, but in the end he took it back.

Nora's eyes inadvertently passed between Grace's slender neck... There was a slight redness under the dress neck ring.

Noila pursed her lips, she knew what it was, but she just saw through it without saying anything.

"It's better to take me to the front desk now."

Perhaps noticing Nola's subtle gaze, Grace turned her neck awkwardly, looking toward the end of the long corridor, as if she wanted to escape.

The atmosphere in the air was swirling, so weird that Nora didn't even dare to breathe.

Recalling the fierce wind brought by the heavy closing of the door, Nora couldn't help but wonder - did she do something wrong yesterday?

The relationship between people is always more complex than imagined.

In the servant's room belonging to a large noble family, all kinds of shocking things always happen.

For example, so-and-so abandoned his wife and children and fell in love with the eldest lady of a noble family, but ended up having her legs broken and then went back shamelessly, or maybe the sixty-year-old man found a male partner who he had been in love with for many years...

Nora is sensitive to the most gossipy places and can accept everything that happens in the world with a peaceful mind.

Coupled with Miss Witch's constant chatter, she has become accustomed to the fact that Miss Avro may be a lover of Her Royal Highness.

But she didn't know why the two of them became like this.

In the long and narrow corridor, the sound of footsteps echoed for a long time, and Nora only needed to listen to the echo to know that Avro had not followed.

What kind of twists and turns last night led to the subtle result now?

Nora was puzzled, and with it came the fatigue of staying up all night. She yawned tiredly and was speechless the whole time.

From putting the cloak on Her Royal Highness to finishing breakfast and boarding the carriage on the way home, there was basically no communication except for the occasional "Are you full?" from Grace.

Grace is a very reserved person, and Nora also understands that she and she are women with half the same soul.

The cold winter wind howled outside the window, and even though Nora’s mood was low, she was not sad.

She knew that in this time when everything was at a low ebb, the loneliness and silence of emptiness was an emotion that had to be faced.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the frosty stone slabs. The early morning time had passed, and the new sun rose to irradiate the earth, but the chill of late winter and early spring did not diminish at all.

Grace's jet-black hair hung long on her white cloak. She held her head with one hand and leaned quietly against the painted car window, staring blankly at the receding street scene.

She was looking out the window, and he was looking at her.

The thoughtful Princess seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory that she couldn't extricate herself from. Her eyes were gray, as if covered with a heavy layer of dust.

Nora was exhausted physically and mentally, but she didn’t feel bored looking at Grace in a daze.

On the contrary, when I followed my gaze across the girl's face, I felt a subtle feeling like painting an oil painting in my mind.

Grace shook her head slightly unconsciously in the audible bumps. It wasn't until her distracted eyes met Nora that she pursed her lips and asked,

"Nora, were you waiting outside last night?"

"Yes."

The sudden concern made Norah a little stunned, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Grace put down the hand that was supporting her head, crossed her hands and asked, "Why do you want to close the door?"

Why is it closed?

Nora didn’t know how to answer this question.

Are you afraid that others will exclude you from your intimate relationships?Or escape?

Nora hesitated for a moment, her nervous knees gently touched together, and whispered the answer she thought was the best in her heart.

"Didn't His Highness say that it is a requirement of a personal maid to monitor your emotions? I just think His Highness wants me to do this."

Just a simple sentence seemed to set off a storm in the heart of Her Royal Highness.

There was a sense of embarrassment after being caught. Grace's clear red pupils blinked in panic, and her right cheek was slightly bulging, as if she was enduring something.

"Do you even think so...?"

Then the tone of her voice turned this embarrassment into reality. She frowned her delicate eyebrows and asked in a low voice,

"Do I need you to do this?"

Nora apologized quickly;

"Sorry, Your Highness, it's my fault. I seemed to hear you calling me after that, but when I knocked on the door and went back, there was no sound."

The most important thing for a qualified maid is not to disobey her master.

"That's it."

But Grace waved her hands as if she had lost the case, and she didn't seem to care about it.

No, for Nora most of the time Grace was an easy person to get along with.

There is neither the pampering of a eldest lady nor the arrogance of a noble.

She was like...a lonely wandering soul wandering the world.

The car window glass gradually became hazy again under the mist. Grace gently wiped out a small piece of street scene with her white wrist, then looked out the window and asked meaningfully,

"Nora, are you afraid of anything?"

Because they don't look directly into each other's eyes, there is no real sense of heart-to-heart communication, which will give Grace some peace.

Nora thought about it in her mind for a long time. She didn’t want to say it, but the red marks on her cheeks that had long since faded seemed to be burning again.

In the white noise of the wheel moving forward, Nora expressed her thoughts, without any ups and downs as usual.

"I'm afraid of the cold winter, because if it's too cold, many people won't see the spring next year."

Grace didn't seem to be looking forward to the answer to the question, she just wanted to ask the question in her heart, so that she could release the endless depression in her heart.

She was still looking out the window with squinting eyes, her voice was low and clear,

"Then is there anyone you want to forget?"

Is this a winter slump?

Perhaps it was loneliness that resonated with people, but Nora was not so lonely anymore. She even asked a little bit,

"Yes, but, Your Highness, who in this world has not wanted to forget someone?"

"Too."

Grace smiled self-deprecatingly. She finally straightened her delicate cheeks, and her eyes met Nora's for the first time. There were thousands of words contained in them, but she asked an inexplicable question.

"Nora, why did you follow me?"

Does this question make any sense?

Grace's attitude is the final answer to the question.

"Of course it is the promise you made, Your Highness."

Grace suddenly smiled with relief, and with a sense of sadness that was not suitable for a girl's age, she said softly,

"If one day you are no longer satisfied with what I have given you... at this moment, then be clean and tidy."

Nora couldn't understand Grace's thoughts. She rarely asked as many questions about herself as she did today.

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

Is it because of last night?

Noila frowned subconsciously, puzzled, what does clean mean?

"nothing……"

——If you want to betray, please do it neatly.

In this case, my heart will not soften, like it did to Avro.

Grace turned her head boredly, leaving the girl's delicate side face lonely to Nora, and said dullly,

"It's just a boring question. Send me to Miss Doris today. You can rest for now."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nora responded quietly, but she always felt that the feeling Her Royal Highness gave her was like a fragile porcelain doll.

And fragile things always make people want to cherish and care for them.

Very strange.

……

The conversation between the girls ended, and the original tranquility returned to the car.

The metal carriage rolled towards the bustling Yike Avenue. The morning sun gradually rose above the sky. The flow of people coming and going in the imperial capital at this moment was surging around like a hive.

Grace's carriage is about to arrive at the place agreed with Doris.

Among the horse hooves coming and going, there was a suspicious-looking golden engraved carriage that was keeping a distance of 50 meters, carefully tracking someone's carriage.

A pure white nun's headscarf covered her golden hair like ears of wheat, revealing only a pair of green eyes like a deer.

Avro covered his face as much as possible, carefully opened the curtain, and passed through the small gap of less than three centimeters like a thief stepping on the spot, squinting and staring at the carriage ahead.

The carriage ahead had stopped beside the splendid Royal Theater, but his own carriage was still rolling forward.

Avro frowned with his slender eyebrows, stamped his foot again, and reminded anxiously in a low voice,

"Mr. Coachman, slow down, don't get too close, be careful of being discovered!"

144. So there will be rewards for being raped?

A suspicious-looking carriage finally followed all the way to the gate of the Royal Opera House.

Even if the majestic white griffon family flag was dropped, and even if she did not quietly use the system to check the distance between the two, Grace could still tell which fool was following her from the pure gold horse head and the carvings on the railing.

too obvious.

I don’t know if it is a deliberate signal or a way to declare sovereignty.

There is a feeling of being pressed step by step, which is a bit unpleasant.

The mental age is no longer that of a three-year-old child, and all methods cannot be based on personal wishes alone.

Communication is always the best way.