Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"It's okay, Miss Avro, His Highness has something to tell you."

Nora said this, her attitude seemed to be almost the same as before, looking neither cold nor indifferent.

Could it be that Grace still wants to save herself?

Avro's head was wrapped in curtains and he looked back at Grace, who was holding a cane under the carriage.

The girl seemed to be looking at her, and she seemed to be in a good mood?

Avro's eyebrows were crooked, and his eyes, which flickered like a guilty thief, seemed to have been injected with new vitality and became brighter.

"What? Has Grace gone back on her word again? Or is Avro happiest when we are together?"

She raised her head proudly, and her legs draped on the seat unconsciously began to swing happily, like a puppy's tail wagging back and forth.

"I know all about her little temper."

According to Grace's duplicitous character, this should be the case.

"No."

Nora refused in an almost inhumane way, "She wants to tell you, Miss Avro - don't come to her these days. If you follow her, you will be very troubled. When the time comes, she will come to you." , probably no more than a month.”

"Eh?"

The girl's expression seemed to have turned to stone, and she froze on the spot for three seconds. The expression on her face turned green and red, and she reacted belatedly.

"Ah... Grace is a coward!! Liar!! Coward who runs away! Why is he so stubborn and annoying!!!!"

It was such a cute expression that Nora couldn’t help but want to laugh.

But all she had to do was complete the mission, and now it was just a matter of

"Sometimes people need to keep a distance from each other. Then, after I finish conveying my words, I will leave first."

After speaking, Nora bowed slightly, turned her toes in a circle on the stone road, and was about to leave, but Afro's crisp call followed.

"Wait a minute, Miss Nora!"

"what happened?"

Nora turned around, and she saw the girl's eyes full of love staring at the silhouette in the distance, and she said softly and tenderly,

"She always likes to do very dangerous things. I hope you can hold her back when I'm not around."

The mood was particularly subtle, as light as water soaked in lemon, Nora nodded and did not refuse Afro.

……

Although Doris invited Grace to go to Icker Avenue, there was actually an opera performance "Dark Street" in the afternoon.

So Grace didn't see Miss Doris before sitting down at the opera house.

This feeling is like a prince going to an appointment, but he always has to go through many difficulties and dangers.

The tickets provided by Doris were front row seats very close to the stage, so close that you only had to walk two steps to join the performance on stage.

Grace walked through the rows of corridors and finally sat down in the spacious and comfortable front row.

Directly in front of the field of vision is a huge red curtain. When the curtain opens, an opera life different from reality will be staged.

Looking up, you can also see magic spotlight tubes embedded in rows on the ceiling. The venue facilities are very luxurious.

As soon as Grace sat down while holding her skirt, the woman next to her who was full of joy pressed her hand on the armrest and came to chat with her enthusiastically.

"Eh? This beautiful lady, are you also coming to see Miss Doris's opera?"

Grace glanced at the lady sitting next to her under the dim light.

A black and white gothic skirt, a standard lace sunhat, and her golden hair was combed into a beautiful princess hair.

She seems to be a sentimental noble lady.

Grace moved her body and responded politely and coldly,

"It's my first time here, what's wrong?"

"No wonder I feel unfamiliar,"

The enthusiastic young lady put her right hand on her chest, sat on a chair and gave Grace a simple aristocratic salute.

"Ah, by the way, let me first introduce that I am a fan of Miss Doris, the kind who is in the front row at every show."

Oh, Grace raised her eyebrows, and now she understood, this person turned out to be a fan of Miss Doris.

It's normal. It would be abnormal if a beautiful woman like Miss Doris didn't have some followers.

"I got a front-row seat for my first time here. It's amazing, but would you like me to introduce you to Doris..."

Seeing that she was preaching, Grace quickly interrupted her,

"Is Miss Doris popular?"

Regarding this almost questioning statement, the fan girl raised her eyebrows in astonishment and proudly puffed up her flat chest.

"Although it does seem difficult to access, her performances are packed with people. What do you think? Do you want me to introduce today's opera to you? And Miss Doris... You know, Miss Doris is the Royal Opera House 100 The absolute top favorite among multiple opera singers.”

...?Very strange.

Grace's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and her folded hands couldn't help but reach out to signal the fan girl to shut up.

"No, drama needs to be savored quietly."

"If you don't appreciate some things carefully, you won't understand their connotations..."

Grace closed her eyes subtly, tilted her head and leaned on the chair to let the fan girl output,

"Well, you know it after seeing it anyway, just wait and be fascinated by the beautiful Miss Doris..."

"Anyone who doesn't understand how charming Miss Doris is is a person with poor taste..."

……

After being nagged for a while, the gorgeous red curtain that had been covering it up was finally lifted.

Miss Doris stood in the center of the stage in a strapless, slim-fitting dress and walked slowly. The skirt trailed from her hips to her calves and knees. Step by step, the elegant skirt undulated so gorgeously that it looked like a mermaid's glittering fish tail.

Her eyes kept searching for something in the audience, and it wasn't until she looked into Grace's eyes that she smiled slightly, revealing a beautiful smile that was alluring.

"Miss Doris smiled at me!!! It's so beautiful..."

The tips of Grace's ears moved slightly, and her sensitive hearing clearly heard the excited thoughts and slapping sounds of the fan girl next to her.

Hmm... Anyway, Miss Doris is probably really popular.

Then after the actors introduced themselves, the opera officially began.

Doris played Miss Ruth, a geisha who sang in a dark street.

Ruth in the play was born in a poor family, her father died in the army, her mother was depressed all day long, and even occasionally beat Miss Ruth.

And when the troops suppressing the imperial town passed by, the crazy mother ran out in tatters.

Miss Ruth, who had lost everything, was shivering in the cold winter. Mrs. Dark Street happened to find her and took her back to the Dark Street.

At this time, Miss Ruth was 13 years old.

As a result, there is a lark in a cage in the dark street. Even though she is deep in the romantic field and smiling to please the guests, she is as kind and clean as a pure white dove.

Seven years passed like this, and Miss Ruth accidentally saved Mr. Wilson, a wounded rebel knight.

He is just, brave, and kind, and is the first person to discuss the world with Miss Ruth on an equal footing.

Mr. Wilson told Miss Ruth that he wanted to see the rebels overthrow the brutal dynasty.

He imagined sunshine, flowers and a sparkling future with her.

The two quickly fell in love, and even though Wilson knew Miss Ruth was a lowly geisha, he didn't care.

What he likes is the noble soul under the skin, so he promised Miss Ruth that the rebel army will attack the city next week, and after the victory, he will come to pick up Miss Ruth.

……

The dark street set above the stage is always luxurious and sparkling, with countless sparkling jewelry, and the women coming and going always wear gold and silver, like a paradise on earth.

And Doris sang poignantly along with strings on the dazzlingly lit stage,

"The theater set up the stage just in time, and the crowds in the open-air brothel surged, as if they were experiencing repeated severe pain, and the demons squeezed into the dirty narrow passages of the wind and moon."

"The desperate dancer spins tirelessly, blood dripping from her red high heels."

The dancer, full of hope, looked into the expectant distance, "Mr. Wilson, whom I miss, where have you been?"

A chorus of guest actors gathered around the stage sang, "How beautiful she is."

"Elegant dancing."

"Beautiful singing voice."

"It's so addictive."

"Like a beautiful canary."

"I would give her all the gold in the world."

As the heavy hammer fell, the music stopped abruptly, and the geisha girl was auctioned for a good price again.

Miss Ruth, who was lonely in front of the window sill, touched the necklace given by her lover, lowered her head and murmured,

"The roses of the new moon are blooming all over the window sill, and there is no news from the broken lover. Where should I go, goddess?"

"Miss Ruth, it's time to come out and receive the guests."

Mrs. Dark Street’s urging voice was like the death-sucking scythe of death, and the light in Miss Ruth’s eyes disappeared.

……

Later, the curtain was pulled heavily, and Mr. Wilson was arrested as the pioneer of the rebel army.

On the high gallows, the young knight lost his life like lowly dust.

And his lover, Miss Ruth, was wandering among the guests. She had no way to escape from this romantic field and could only move numbly like a puppet on strings.

Then, countless terrifying sparks ignited from the edge of the stage like magic, and the dark street ushered in a world-destroying fire that covered the sky.

The guests scattered in panic, but Miss Doris, as the heroine, put on a fiery red dress.

She danced heartily, stretching her soft limbs, and her soft white hair floated sadly, like a red butterfly bathed in blood in the firelight.

The military flag of the brutal dynasty was burning crookedly in the fire of decadence. At this moment, she had no lines, only a soft hum that penetrated into her soul.

The soft, desperate humming was completely unable to resist the ruthlessness of nature, but like a cuckoo weeping blood, it ended Miss Ruth's lifelong love and hate.

The beauty of tragedy reached its extreme, and everyone held their breath.

The spotlight on the stage finally focused on Doris. She left a contemptuous smile on the world, and then disappeared like a breeze.

The red cloth representing the curtain call was slowly pulled up, and the lights of the entire opera house were completely turned on.

At this moment, people were separated from that pitiful woman's life experience, and then - there was a long-lasting applause.

"It's so beautiful..."

"Why can't Miss Ruth... and Mr. Wilson be together?"

Everyone at the scene applauded her performance, and some ladies who had tears in their eyes secretly wiped their tears with handkerchiefs.

And of course the fan girl next door also secretly dropped the little pearl.

Grace finally admits that Doris is like an impressive movie star in modern society.

It’s hard not to like it as a viewer.

Grace also began to appreciate the slightly "frivolous" Miss Doris.

At least her performance on stage was enough to make everyone's heart flutter.

"Now... you should know how powerful Miss Doris is..."

The fan girl sniffed quietly while approaching and trying to recruit Grace.

It's pretty awesome.

But... Miss Fan always likes to mutter during opera performances, and Grace's hearing is extremely sensitive.

I almost watched the entire opera listening to the fans’ complaints...

Things like "Miss Ruth, don't trust Mrs. Darkstreet" and "Run, Mr. Wilson, don't trust him."