Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"I'm really worried to death. Please call Dr. Rodney to take a look at Her Highness Grace's body."

Grace was a little surprised. It turned out that the fifth princess Grace was actually a kind person.

The window of the golden carriage opened, and Victoria's cool face showed a teasing smile.

"I'm so envious. Our Grace is so popular. So many people like Grace. It really makes me a little jealous."

Grace tilted her head, frowning, Victoria smiled softly,

"Okay, okay, I won't make fun of you anymore... then I'll leave first, don't miss the imperial sister too much~"

She waved to the maids and ordered,

"Well, I'm fine. Take me to the bedroom first. I want to change my clothes and then serve black tea to Miss Afro."

"Also prepare a set of clean bedding and clothes suitable for Miss Afro's figure. Miss Afro will sleep with me here tonight."

A beautiful and delicate maid with white hair and blue eyes emerged from the crowd. Unlike ordinary maids, she had a black, white and blue ribbon tied on her right chest.

The ribbon is made of excellent material, as if it was specially worn to show off one's identity.

She curtsied slightly and said in a respectful tone, "Yes, Your Highness Grace, please come with me."

This is probably the personal maid.

Grace followed her all the way through the main hall on the first floor, around the rotating mahogany corridor on the second floor, and finally arrived at Grace's bedroom at the end of the corridor paved with cashmere carpets.

The bedroom is not as luxurious as imagined, but has a feminine simplicity.

In the middle of the bedroom is an extremely luxurious and comfortable white velvet bed. On the left is a wall made of layers of bookshelves, and on the right is a large balcony and a simple dressing table.

What makes people think Mao Dun is that there is a huge black and white piano on the right side of the dressing table.

It seems that the original Miss Grace liked literature and music and was not interested in political struggle at all.

It's just that if you are born into a royal family, if you don't have the idea of ​​climbing up, and you are lucky enough to meet a wise king, you can live a stable life.

But if you encounter a narrow-minded monarch... fighting or not fighting is the biggest sin.

The maid behind her softly sought Grace's opinion, "Your Highness Grace, I'm going to prepare the bedding for tonight."

"Go."

After receiving an affirmative answer, the maid left quietly, and with a creak, the pure white door closed.

In this palace filled with the faint fragrance of a girl, only Avro and Grace were left.

Grace turned around, only to find Afro taking two steps back, squinting her eyes and entering a state of preparation, looking at her warily.

"Why such an expression?"

She patted her chest with her hands, frowned, and said firmly:

"Your Highness Grace, I don't care what you think tonight, I hope there is a clear line between us."

As she spoke, she used her white hands to draw a line between the two of them. Her sharp eyes were like knives, as if someone would be stabbed with blood by the sword if they crossed.

"No one is allowed to cross the line. I hope that I came to the palace to investigate my brother's frame-up, not other matters related to dirty desires."

Well... to be honest, even if Afro stripped naked and danced naked here, Grace wouldn't have any idea.

She never expects warmth from anyone, and naturally will not have any unwarranted desire for intimacy.

Grace regained her coldness as snow and remained unmoved. She just answered in a calm voice:

"I know, but you must sleep in the same dormitory with me today."

Not forcing, not threatening, just stating some plain fact.

"you--!"

Avro was once again so angry at her words that her eyebrows jumped. She let out a helpless sigh, her tone was as fearless as a strong man breaking his wrist,

"Your Highness Grace, I don't like women! I actually don't mind staying overnight and living in a separate guest room."

"But I cannot accept spending one night in the same room with Her Majesty Grace. I feel that with your personality, you are likely to do something unnatural."

"if!"

Avro emphasized his tone, causing the clear and unyielding voice to echo lightly in the huge palace.

"If I were to suffer that kind of humiliation, I would rather hit my head against this wall and die."

Grace observed the bedroom like a curious baby and casually rejected Grace's request.

"No, you have to sleep here tonight."

"why?"

Grace's eyes passed over the rows of books about plants, music, and paintings, and finally turned around and stopped in Avro's eyes full of questions and contradictions.

She didn't explain much, and her quiet and ethereal voice was particularly clear in the palace where the drop of a needle could be heard.

She said: "Because now, in this palace, I only trust you."

24. Her Royal Highness seems to be easily subdued.

Avro remained unmoved, her face as cold as ice. She had been deceived three times.

This time, I will never again easily believe any coaxing words of Her Royal Highness.

She sneered coldly,

"I think Her Majesty Grace and your royal sister are very close?"

By the way, not only that, but the royal sister of Her Highness Grace was also very aggressive in targeting herself.

Avro glanced at Grace's slightly red neck. The skin cut by the knife edge was healed by magic, leaving only a pink mark.

If he hadn't used magic to heal him at that time, if Victoria had seen it, he would have been tempted to kill him with a knife.

Grace no longer looked at Afro, but instead used her slender index finger to trace the sides of the brown-red books on the bookshelf.

"Afro, I have taught you before. When observing a person, don't look at what she says, but first look at what she does, and then look at what she wants."

She pulled out "Encyclopedia of World Geography" and "Introduction to the Basics of Magic", and then sat quietly on the gold chair by the window.

Like a cruel mother who ignores her noisy children, Grace slowly flipped through the books and explained nonchalantly,

"Now our interests are the same. It's safest if you sleep with me at night."

The book says that magic is divided into elementary, intermediate, advanced and holy levels.

And a person's magical talent has already determined its end point at the moment of birth.

After awakening the magic power, you can know the magic peak that you can reach in this life through the magic crystal ball.

If you haven't sensed the call of magic at the age of 15, you will only be an ordinary person for the rest of your life.

Obviously, books are far more attractive to Grace than Afro.

"But you can sleep in my bed, it's warm there."

Grace simply said something perfunctory and continued to read.

Who's going to be in bed? ! ! !

Grace is just like an elder treating a child casually.

The muscles in the candidate saint's cheeks twitched, and the suppressed anger was still a tiny flame in her heart.

Although Grace said it grandly, but...

She couldn't imagine sleeping with her Royal Highness, who loved women... Would this be like putting a sheep in a tiger's mouth?

Could she do anything worse to herself?

Moreover, sleeping together also means that in the face of the killer, Grace has to hand over her back to the common danger.

Afro didn't like this.

Therefore, she did not show any good looks to Grace, but instead mocked her too coldly:

"That's just for your safety. Is there anything else that Her Royal Highness can't do with her abilities?"

The emphasis falls on the word "capability". Anyone who comes here will know that Avro is angry about the collar control.

The howling winter wind outside the window shook violently, and Her Royal Highness's bedroom was unusually quiet, with the sound of shallow breathing and the gentle turning of book pages.

Grace sat quietly under the palace candlelight, and the yellowish light illuminated her calm face, making her face extremely quiet and gentle, possessing the fascinating power like the words in a book.

"what……"

She sighed without even turning her head, looking incredibly calm and indifferent.

"Are you still angry?"

"Anger and hate are useless emotions. Remember what you want to do now."

What is useless emotion?How could she have the nerve to say such a thing?

Avro took a deep breath, she even felt it was too incredible.

She had never seen anyone like Grace, crazy yet calm, shameless yet occasionally and reluctantly kind.

The contrast between before and after is so great that he looks like a schizophrenic lunatic!

I really don't understand.

After Grace dies, she will definitely go to hell, her soul will be burned in the fire, and she will never reach the happy paradise.

Perhaps hearing the sound of her own patient inhalation, Grace turned her face sideways and could not clearly see the expression on her face, and suddenly said as if she was compromising,

"Afro, if you are still angry about what happened during the day, I will apologize to you. In exchange, I will take you to the dungeon to meet your brother in the evening. How about that?"

Avro's anger became insignificant in the face of his brother's safety.

Things have eased up, and going to see his brother is undoubtedly what Avro wants to do most now.

She opened her eyes wide, couldn't help but take a step forward, and asked in surprise:

"Can I see my brother tonight?"

But then she frowned worriedly and asked:

"But how do you get the key to the dungeon and escape those guards?"

Grace thought of the cold and charming imperial sister, and was able to find the existence of "Grace" as soon as she disappeared.

Faster than everyone, stronger than everyone...

And Victoria's deep and beautiful red eyes had already told herself the answer.

The dim candlelight swayed gently as the pages of the book turned, and the light and shadow flickered. Grace replied in a deep voice,

"Someone will give us the key to the dungeon tonight, Avro. Now we just need to wait patiently and wait for night to fall."

"I hope it's for the best as you say."

After weighing the pros and cons, Afro finally decided to compromise.

"Your Highness Grace, let's not talk about the previous matters for now. However, let me remind you that if you want to do anything to me, you can't do it with the collar alone."

Avro took a step forward as she spoke. She raised her head and turned the collar around her neck, as if to express to Grace - I now have the means to easily escape control.

"You better have a reason to convince me, otherwise... I forgot to tell you that the goddess of light has given believers the power to fight back."

As she spoke, she walked step by step to Grace's desk, and bent over, so close that she could see her wary face in the other's scarlet pupils.

Avro threatened softly, "If you cross the line, I will easily kill you..."

"what?"

Grace tilted her head, revealing the shallow pink and white marks on her fair neck, and seemed not to care about her own threat.

Thinking of Her Royal Highness's half-open white chest and frail body, it seemed easy to subdue her.

Avro smiled slightly, "Nothing."

25.Is Grace going to die?

Once his brother was involved, Avro seemed to become easier to control.

Afterwards, Grace spent some quiet time in the room.