Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Grace lied without changing her expression.

"Saved you?"

Victoria obviously didn't believe it. Her voice became a little sharp, as if she was questioning some fact.

"Saved you from an explosion that fell from the sky - and then took you to her house?"

Grace blinked at the trick of pretending she had learned from Avro, and asked simply,

"What's the matter? Is there a problem? Sister Huang? Miss Doris is not a bad person."

"Based on Doris's strength... it is possible."

Victoria's cheeks twitched slightly, her face looked unsightly and a little dark, and she warned in a solemn voice,

"But... Doris is not a good person. First of all, she is Otakorvi's person, and then Karta's teacher, Prophet Kaluj, is General Otakorvi's teacher. Do you understand what I mean?"

After saying that, eyes full of calculation and interests fell on Grace's face, with a sharp sense of oppression.

This was not a reminder, but her ultimatum.

Politics is like this. Even people from the same hometown or ethnicity can be reasons to stick together, let alone students who share the same teacher.

Both she and Eileen are people who do not tolerate disobedience from others, and are selfish people who always put themselves at the center.

Grace understood what Victoria meant, so her only choice was to obey:

"Then...sister Huang, should I stay away from her?"

Victoria raised her lips and smiled contemptuously. She seemed to be recalling some kind of past. She lowered her eyes and said coldly,

"When she was at the Royal Academy, she was a domineering person who liked to play with other people's lives... For this reason, I even became friends with her."

"Yes - don't associate with her."

The voice she spoke was gentle, but her tone was particularly strong. The emphasis fell firmly on "her", which was enough to taste Victoria's disgust for Doris.

Did these two have a festive season?

Grace rolled her eyes, and things seemed to suddenly become interesting. She secretly buried this information in her heart.

"understood."

She nodded and did not pursue her. She said obediently like a docile sheep,

"Sister Huang, I am no longer a child. I have eyes that can distinguish. I know who is good to me and who is not good to me."

People who have always been in a dominant position will always have an arrogant feeling of superiority, which is a natural evil rooted in the human soul.

If one day, my status and that of Victoria are different, what will happen?Like that night kiss incident...

Grace is looking forward to it.

"She's so good. It's good to know. In short, don't have too much contact with her."

Victoria touched Grace's head symbolically, maintained the most standard polite smile, and praised without any smile in her eyes.

"Then the second thing is, you can't go out recently."

It’s about not being able to, not not wanting to.

The almost forced speech made Grace feel extremely uncomfortable.

There was a premonition telling me that it was not just a simple inability to go out, but a special form of imprisonment.

The same excuse as "curing a disease".

Victoria was facing the winter sun, the golden imperial medal hanging on her chest, representing power and merit, shining brightly, piercing her pupils like a sharp knife.

Grace frowned in disgust.

Can not Go Out?It's impossible no matter how you think about it,

If he cannot leave the palace, then all the efforts he has made, including the one hundred thousand gold coins in his pocket, will be in vain.

Whether it is revenge or seizing power, it is not something that can be done in a short time.

But now Victoria wants to completely exclude her only possibility.

Grace said the words of rejection almost without hesitation, "Sister Huang, I don't want to!"

The right side of Victoria's lower jaw moved slightly, and the center of her eyebrows twitched slightly like an electric shock, but she still maintained a gentle smile and said:

"Didn't you like flowers and plants very much before? Wouldn't it be nice to play the piano and write a collection of poems? It's very dangerous outside the palace. You can't go out. This is the third time this month."

The gentle voice became deeper and deeper, and the calm scarlet eyes were deep, as if Victoria might have an attack at any time.

This is a precursor to suppressed anger.

Grace looked around with her peripheral vision, and now she was in Victoria's palace...

She couldn't be at the mercy of the real Victoria, nor could she be locked away in the palace.

But it was impossible to confront Victoria head-on.

Until she can protect her own strength, she needs to be temporarily attached to Victoria.

Even if what she needs is a pet that can be abandoned at any time.

Then wagging your tail in prayer like a pet, then being docile and well-behaved like a pet, then biting her neck off at the right time like a pet.

"Queen..."

So, she pretended to lower her reddish eyes, grabbed the closed sleeves of her military uniform, like petals on a broken branch that would die when blown by the wind, and softly prayed in a fragile and pitiful voice,

"The environment in the palace is too depressing, like a never-ending dark cage. I don't like that feeling..."

"A person is just a lighted lamp. When the time comes, everyone should put it out."

Victoria's voice rejected her cruelly and tenderly,

"And the world is a huge cage, and you can't escape from the cage anywhere."

The irresistible tone and the slightly drooped corners of her mouth meant that her patience had reached its limit.

But Grace is not willing to give in yet.

157. Afro: Isn’t this just a coincidence?

The familiar tone, the same arrogant attitude of thinking he was in control of everything, was really annoying.

Any leader who can get ahead of others has a characteristic and has super control over things.

There is no doubt that Victoria is as extremely selfish as Irene.

She can release her kindness to you unscrupulously, give you a bright spring day, and give you the gift of mercy.

But it can also make you kneel down and crawl in the mud according to your will.

Sometimes, Grace would really lament the subtle similarities between the two. Is it the hand of fate?

Or is there really a god above the so-called Nine Feet who likes to see people twisting and struggling in pain?

But in short, only those who can control their emotions can go further.

Now Grace's appeal is simple - to survive and then find a suitable place to develop her power safely.

Being under the protection of Victoria is obviously not a good idea, and who can guarantee that the "poisoned wine" incident will not happen again.

Grace's only option is to pretend to be a harmless pet.

Lowering the corners of your eyes, then letting your eyes wander, then raising your head to focus the light in your pupils, and pulling on the sleeves of your military uniform - you can easily look like you are begging for mercy.

Grace prayed softly,

"Isn't it okay to just go out? The maids said before that the children in the orphanage miss me very much..."

"No."

The so-called excuse for the request was interrupted before she finished speaking. Victoria refused almost emotionlessly and cleanly, and at the same time pulled out her sleeves.

Grace looked at Victoria's face. On her cold face was a serious look that could not be refused and gave orders.

"The world needs rules, Grace, you know that? You can't break the rules."

Victoria taught in an older manner,

"I saw you reading the history of magic a few days ago. You know, there are also chosen ones or witches in this world who are born with powerful powers.

They are born with abilities beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and can even summon huge magic balls to destroy cities with ten thousand people in one go. "

"But no one will do that. Rules that can maintain peace are the best.

Once you break the rules, the world will not tolerate you, which is why witches and gods gradually disappear.

Grace, if you want to survive, you must stay in the cage, because the cage is the rule. "

Victoria frowned and sighed. She put her hands on Grace's shoulders and looked at the girl with deep eyes.

"The Ibro people are rebelling, and you are the child born to the Ibro princess. Do you know what this means?

You are the target of public criticism, so you cannot go out. "

A persuasive, sincere and gentle voice.

The mask covering Victoria's body showed a caring smile like a loving elder sister.

Grace instantly understood that Victoria would never let her go out again no matter what.

Heika, who was lying in the winter palace skirt and still had Doris's kiss mark on it, had been warmed up by his body.

Grace lowered her head and asked cautiously in a small, slightly disappointed voice,

"Then we can't go out with the imperial sister?"

In her field of vision, she could only see Victoria's exquisite military boots made of deerskin leather, with a slight amount of mud stained on the heels.

It is strange that even the royal gardens in the palace were paved with marble. For Victoria, this kind of thing should not be on her boots.

She must have been to other places today.

But before this kind of thinking could continue, something warm suddenly covered the down on his head, caressing him intimately.

"It's okay if you follow Sister Huang."

Grace knew it was Victoria's palm, and her body subconsciously trembled in disgust.

"What's wrong? Are you still afraid? Don't be afraid. Sister Huang will protect you."

Victoria's soft soothing voice rang in her ears, but it only made Grace feel sick.

She pursed her lips and said nothing. If she wanted to test Victoria with micro-expressions...

The things that need to be mentioned now should be related to the memory of poison and alcohol.

"Queen..."

Grace called Victoria weakly, and she raised her head to mention the incident of the poisoned wine day with a meek gesture.

But before Grace's so-called "I seem to remember something" words were spoken, she was interrupted by Victoria.

"By the way, don't talk about these unhappy things."

She patted Grace's shoulder gently and lovingly. She took out a slender bracelet from the square pocket on top of her military uniform and showed it to Grace.

"When I was outside today, I selected a particularly beautiful bracelet. What do you think? Do you like it?"

Grace took a look.

A bracelet inlaid with pure red sapphires lies quietly on the palm of a hand that is not stained by spring water. The white and rosy skin mixes with the color of the gemstones, like some kind of heirloom treasure displayed in a museum.

"Tide starlight, this is its name. When sunlight penetrates into the gem, it will refract light similar to the moon at night on the sea."

Of course, with Victoria's strength, she doesn't just show off.

Instead, he directly took Grace's hand without any scruples.

The parts that were slightly unwilling and resistant would be forcibly wrapped by her slender fingers, clenched into a fist, and put on according to her own wishes.

The sound of the collision of gems and silver chains, Victoria's satisfied and controlled smile, and the seemingly harmonious atmosphere.

If you are an ordinary sister, what should you do now?

Grace thought back to her childhood memories, which were both beautiful and fragmented.

It should be...give the hug happily and then thank it fervently.