Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Nameless anger instantly ignited her red eyes, and Victoria only felt an emotion called betrayal and deception.

"What are you doing?"

She suppressed her emotions, closed the door gently, and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Highness Victoria, we..."

Avro wanted to explain something, but the imperial sister gently touched her with her thin calf.

He seemed to be telling her to stop talking.

"Sister Huang, we are studying."

Grace didn't dare to look at herself, so she covered her face with the hardcover book and explained in a dull voice.

"Do you need to use this posture to read a book?"

Victoria's sharp and gloomy eyes glanced at the two people who were close to each other, and she stood coldly by the door and questioned.

81. Victoria, wait for the crematorium!

Victoria didn't believe Grace's words at all.

When she first entered, she even saw Avro's hand affectionately placed on the imperial sister's waist.

Yes, if it is between a woman and a woman, such intimacy is nothing.

However, the kiss last night was still fresh in my mind, turning the intimacy at this moment into a blatant irony.

Even though they broke through it with their own eyes, the two of them still maintained their overlapping posture, like overlapping dragonflies flying together.

"Sister Huang, it's because your ankle is broken, so you asked Avro to help."

Grace explained carefully behind the obscured book.

But no matter how you explain it, the fact that cannot be changed is - Avro's expression at this moment.

The smile on her face was stiff and innocent, like a poor stage actor who had no one to applaud her.

The more Avro acted like this, the more Victoria felt her behavior was ridiculous.

"Ge, Lei, Si."

Victoria called out the girl's name word by word. She folded her hands and leaned against the wall, still maintaining the steady demeanor of an eldest sister.

In fact, the dark red eyes were staring sharply at Avro, and the nameless anger in his heart was growing wantonly.

"If you want to read a book, just ask Miss Avro to fetch it from the bookshelf for you. Why do you need to use such a posture?"

She criticized mercilessly, "I don't know how to behave like a village woman in the countryside. It really damages the etiquette of a noble."

Of course, this sentence was said to Avro.

The two of them were sitting in a very ambiguous position, and Grace felt a trace of burning anger in Avro's breathing that gradually became heavier.

"What's wrong? Still not willing to let go now?"

The unfriendliness was almost written directly on his face. Avro lowered his eyelashes and kept his clear eyes patient.

Avro moved from Rubal in the countryside to the imperial capital of Klein when he was young. The naturally exclusive upper class had an almost instinctive disdain for the rural aristocrats.

In her early years, she was always called a "country girl from a remote area" by her classmates at the church school.

Victoria was going too far, Afro gritted his teeth and felt depressed.

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria, I will put Her Highness Grace back on the bed now."

But in the end she just responded quietly.

Putting his hands through her slender and soft waist, Avro turned Her Royal Highness ninety degrees, who was as light and cute as a cat in her arms, intending to return her to the bed in a princess hug.

Maybe it's because I'm used to it, or maybe I don't want to take advantage of it and make such a clean and simple Miss Afro sad again.

Grace covered her red cheeks with a reddish-brown book, leaned close to Avro's soft female chest, gently pinched the girl's arm with her armpits as usual, and whispered comforting,

"Afro, don't pay attention to what the imperial sister said, try to remain submissive and silent."

Avro is actually used to it.

But because of the concern of her friends, Avro was in a much better mood. She lowered her head slightly, and a warm and clean smile bloomed on her fair face.

"Yeah...I know, actually it doesn't matter to me."

Thump, thump, thump, the crisp sound of heels on the floor echoed in the room, getting closer and closer.

At the same time, Avro's steady progress suddenly stopped.

The daylight escaping from the window became dim at this moment, as if something was blocking the way forward.

Grace frowned. She put down the book and saw Victoria's beautiful and full breasts wrapped in black lace.

Beyond that was a face darker than a moonless night.

Victoria was angry.

Grace raised her eyebrows, wanting her to be angry.

There are loopholes when you have emotions, right?

"give me."

Victoria ordered coldly, snatching herself away from Avro's arms in an almost predatory manner, and Grace followed suit and came to another, softer embrace.

The fragrance on the tip of the nose changes from the fragrant and delicious gardenia to the elegant and noble tuberose.

Grace glanced at Avro, her brows drooping with a bit of disappointment and grievance. She also glanced at the imperial sister who had lost her childishness and matured.

The smooth jawline completely outlines the delicate contours of the woman's face. The corners of Victoria's lips drooped displeasedly, suppressing her inner nature like a violent beast.

Danger and invisible oppression are coming, and now only a tiny spark is missing to start a prairie fire.

Her weak limbs fluttered like a chicken, as if they had encountered disgusting insects. Grace struggled hard in Victoria's arms.

"Sister Royal!! Do you need to pay attention to aristocratic etiquette when getting along with friends in private?"

Regardless of whether the imperial sister heard the conversation between herself and Avro, she was now igniting the flame, and an angry and confused voice came out of her throat with dissatisfaction:

"Sister Huang! Let me go!"

Victoria took a deep breath, moved her lower jaw patiently, and held down the girl's arm easily and forcefully with her sword-trained arm.

Without saying a word, she half-crouched and placed Grace safely beside the bed, and then covered her with a quilt.

"Sister Huang, I don't understand!"

Victoria curled her lips and smiled, put her index finger close to her lips, and warned Grace to shut up with her sharp eyes.

"By the way, Miss Avro."

She stood up neatly, with an extremely calm expression on her face, and looked at Afro coldly with a royal attitude of looking down at her subordinates.

"I remember that your father, Mr. Coon Argerich, was awarded the title of Marquis, right?"

The atmosphere in the air was as serious as a court trial, and you could hear the drop of a needle. Avro looked at Grace on the bed cautiously and tentatively.

But in this moment, Victoria suddenly raised her voice,

"Speak-! Afro."

The questioning voice spread like a bell in the room, and the sharp eyes pierced Afro's eyes like daggers.

"As a noble of the empire, you are obliged to answer questions from direct members of the royal family, otherwise you will be punished by twenty lashes."

"Queen!"

Grace's anxious voice stopped Victoria's further questioning, and at the same time she continued to add fuel and vinegar to the flame.

"Miss Avro was stabbed in the illusion together with me. She saved me at the critical moment of life and death. How could you torture her with such a tone?"

Victoria looked back and stared at Grace, and spat out ruthless words from her mouth with a frosty face, "Emotions are emotions, etiquette is etiquette."

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria."

Avro answered candidly.

After receiving a positive answer, Victoria took a step towards Afro, her voice as cold as steel, suppressing the anger in her heart.

"Let me ask you - Miss Avro Argerich."

"For a distinguished member of the royal family, can a Marquis' daughter like you be touched at will?"

"Answer me—Avro Argerich!"

Avro was not afraid. She raised her head and took a step forward without being humble or haughty. She replied with a cold voice,

"Your Highness Victoria, Your Highness Grace asked me to do this. I just fulfilled my noble obligations."

The part of the saint's character that is unyielding and unafraid of imperial power is like a bright pearl, shining brightly.

Grace, who was watching the show next to her, was stunned and her pupils shrank sharply.

What kind of idiot is Avro?

Why are you still adding fuel to others' anger?

Isn't she afraid of being beaten?

Grace glanced at the frighteningly calm imperial sister, clasping her hands tightly, her heroic eyebrows raised, her eyes as cold and ruthless as an insect that despised death.

Seems to be about the same.

"Miss Avro Argerich!"

Grace's crisp voice quickly stopped the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two. She grabbed Victoria's rose-red lotus root sleeves and deliberately ordered Afro at the highest volume,

"I hope you can go back to where you should be now, so stay here for today!"

At the same time, Grace tried her best to wink at Avro and signal her to get out quickly.

Avro blinked rapidly. As a smart person, she understood the meaning of Grace with a turn of her green eyes.

"As you command, Your Highness Grace."

The blond girl lifted up her skirt, bowed slightly to the two princesses, and then whispered,

"By the way, I entrusted the potion to the maid Sarah. Your Highness, Grace, remember to drink it. I'll take my leave first."

"alright, I got it."

After getting Grace's response, Afro slowly left. When they passed Victoria, their eyes collided fiercely in the air.

Inexplicably, the silence was filled with the light and shadow of swords.

Victoria frowned and stared intently at the golden figure until - bang, the door of the bedroom closed softly and the room returned to silence, then she slowly looked back.

The ribbons on the wide lotus sleeves were hanging down, and Grace didn't know when she let go of her tight grip.

Victoria's face was expressionless, and she sat quietly and peacefully on the edge of the bed, caring gently.

"Is your ankle feeling better?"

The palace was very quiet, so quiet that even the weak winter wind outside the window turned into a noise.

In this tranquility, Grace only felt a sudden coldness.

That inexplicable possessiveness is like a poisonous snake wrapped around the neck and waist, slowly tightening and suffocating.

not enough!

Victoria calmed down her emotions, but what Grace needed was explosive, irrational control.

Only in this way can people like Victoria make decisions that are not consistent with common sense.

"Sister Royal, Miss Avro just came here - to give me a special potion to heal my ankle."

Obediently lowering her head, like a docile sheep, Grace lowered her eyes and softly defended Avro,

"I hope you won't target her again. She is a very good person."

Victoria sat on the edge of the bed and gently smoothed the hair around Grace's ears.

"I'm not targeting Afro, but there is danger in this palace."

Grace held the book "The Witch's Defeat" in her arms and deliberately shrank back, avoiding the white and tender hands.

"Miss Avro is not a dangerous person. She protected me at a critical moment. Without Miss Avro, I would probably die in the illusion."