Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

After lunch, the Foreign Secretary received the Cardans, and Victoria had some free time.

In addition to receiving Ambassador Cardin, her latest mission also had to deal with issues related to military supplies.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

War always requires lengthy preparation time.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the winter sun was not shining warmly on the earth. Victoria was sitting at the desk in the palace, reviewing the armaments disposal situation while patiently waiting for the results of Caroline's inspection.

In the royal family, every sibling with an inheritance is a potential rival.

Although Victoria didn't want to implement this philosophy, she had to be cautious in order to climb to the top of power.

Time passed by with the sound of turning books, and in the silence with only my own shallow breathing, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Your Highness Victoria, it's me."

Caroline's voice came from outside the door.

It's time for the answer to be revealed.

"come in."

Victoria put down the letter in her hand, feeling slightly nervous.

The door opened and closed, and Caroline stepped across the wooden floor with steady steps. She respectfully came to Victoria and bowed respectfully.

Victoria crossed her fingers, which turned slightly white from exertion.

Then, Caroline reported with a serious face:

"Your Highness, the final result is that the hair was not flipped."

Victoria breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

After getting the exact answer, she asked in a more harsh tone,

"Really? Have you checked before and after? Is it possible that you flipped it and then put it back?"

Caroline nodded, a shrewd and cautious light flashing through the thin lenses of her glasses.

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria, the curly curvature of the hair is the same, there is no possibility. But Your Highness..."

Victoria rested her elbows on the armrests of the chair to support her face. She squinted her eyes and stared at her secretary seriously.

Caroline suggested without hesitation, "I thought I should try it again."

"Although Her Royal Highness Grace has no political power, she has close ties with the Argerich family and does not rule out the possibility of betraying you in the future."

Victoria pondered in silence, gently tapped her cheek with her slender index finger on the side of her face, her red lips slightly opened,

"Father is currently investigating the leakage of magic crystals, and the Ministry of Finance is also worried about this. Do we have a spare warehouse in Suko District?"

Caroline pushed up her glasses and replied, "Yes, Your Highness."

"Go and disguise it a little and forge a document. I will reveal it to Grace quietly."

As Victoria spoke, she thought of the consequences of betrayal for a moment, and her deep red eyes suddenly became as cold as a sneaking poisonous snake.

"If there is anything unusual at the warehouse, or between Argerich and the Ministry of Finance... report it to me immediately."

"Yes."

Caroline whispered in agreement.

……

Nurki potion combined with Afro's massage seems to have the effect of promoting recovery.

For only half a day, Grace's ankle was slightly hot and itchy.

The ankle can now rotate slightly without feeling pain. The body that originally took two weeks to recover now seems to be fully recovered in just one week with the help of massage.

But what troubles Grace is that now she needs to leave Avro alone for a while to let the relationship that has heated up too quickly cool down.

"What's the matter, what are you thinking?"

Victoria's low and ambiguous voice sounded in her ears.

Grace looked along the sound. Victoria leaned down slightly, her delicate and beautiful facial features full of aggression.

And those red eyes were still as invisible as the vast fog. Grace couldn't tell whether they were distant or slightly calculating.

Victoria wore a pure white nightgown, with a low-cut design that unreservedly exposed the vast expanse of skin on her chest like a snowfield and her delicate collarbones.

The night outside the window is dark with few stars, and the cold winter wind is mixed with the long-lasting ringing of bells.

It's almost bedtime.

Grace's eyes focused again, and she closed the book in her hand, "Nothing."

It's a bit strange to say that Victoria was clearly avoiding him last night, but tonight she seemed to have prepared a psychological struggle and decided to sleep with him again.

Grace struggled to find the reason.

Could it be that he was satisfied with driving Afro away?

I don’t know, I can’t guess what the princess is thinking.

"Is there anything you don't understand about the account book that Caroline gave you during the day?"

Victoria said as if nothing had happened.

She lifted the quilt off the bed and seemed to be ready to sleep with her tonight.

"..."

Grace glanced at Victoria's straight legs, which were smooth, white as fat, powerful, and extremely beautiful.

Victoria was keenly aware of Grace's eyes and seriously drew a line.

"No matter what, we are all sisters with the closest blood relationship."

"Oh, I see."

Grace nodded and freed up the space on the right.

The soft bed creaked, and the sexy, mature and hot female body sagged slightly.

Victoria leaned against the bedside and turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the bedside lamp with yellowish light.

The golden hair hangs down to the white neck, looking a little ambiguous under the halo.

Victoria acted as if nothing had happened. She tilted her head slightly, looked at herself with gentle eyes, and asked again,

"Do you really need no explanation?"

The overly ardent enthusiasm made Grace feel a little uncomfortable. She lowered her eyes and shook her head.

"Need not."

"Why are you so cold?"

Victoria's eyebrows wrinkled in displeasure, and there was a rustling sound of fabric rubbing together, and she moved forward.

The familiar and dangerous scent of tuberose hit her, and Grace could even feel Victoria's warm skin being deliberately close to her under the quilt.

Grace pinched the edge of the quilt, turned over and wrapped herself into a ball, and whispered:

"Sister Huang, since you have rejected me...then don't deliberately approach me again."

"I'm going to bed first, good night, sister."

Grace said, while quietly moving her thin calves to the edge of the quilt, leaving Victoria alone with her passion.

The quilt between the two of them is indented, and the bulging sides are filled with extreme passion and indifference.

The older sister wants to be close, while the younger sister just wants to stay away.

Victoria's white and slender hands stopped in mid-air, she wanted to touch that slender body.

Although she has the status of enjoying rich clothes and fine food, the girl is so thin that she looks like a delicate wicker that will fall down if blown by the wind.

He has given countless opportunities, but the imperial sister has never crossed the line. How could such an imperial sister betray him?

She has her back at all times...

Victoria shook her head, sighing secretly at her inner paranoia.

She leaned over and turned on the lamp, and said softly to Grace, "Good night, my dear sister."

The palace suddenly fell into darkness with only the faint moonlight roaming around.

In the darkness, the cicadas were silent, and the sound of breathing was thin and shallow. Grace, who was lying on the side of the princess's bed, suddenly heard a mechanical notification sound in her mind.

[Aphro's □□□ is increased to 30. 】

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and the faint red pupils were highlighted in the darkness, and Grace fell into deep confusion.

etc! What does □□□ mean? ? ?

……

The night passed for a long time in silent thinking, and Avro recalled the extremely close and ambiguous Bidong when they first met.

I remembered the cold air behind my exposed back in Cotillard's dream.

I think of the tenderness when Her Royal Highness embraced each other in the palace, and the tender and smooth calves that my hands touched today.

Avro blushed and thought a lot, and finally felt sleepy coming at the moment when the red orange light separated the night and day.

She said to Miss Merlin, who had just gotten up, "I'm going to take sick leave today and won't go to church for the time being."

This is the first time in half a year that she has asked for leave without force majeure because she is too sleepy.

I have no intention of dealing with church work anymore.

Avro lay on the bed with the doll under his arms and covered with a thick quilt.

Her heavy eyes were covered with drowsy darkness. After struggling several times, she finally fell asleep exhausted.

In his daze, Afro had an ambiguous and long dream.

The white mist lingers at the edge of the dream, and the body floats like a walking ghost, without any sense of reality.

As I walked in the ancient and solemn high cathedral, countless rays of light escaped from the boundaries of the clouds and mist. The tall and majestic goddess statue in front of me was surrounded by a golden halo.

She walked straight forward along the red carpet of the church, but saw a slender figure of a girl at the end of the statue of the goddess.

The girl was wrapped in a woolen cloak as dark as night, and underneath was a red winter dress as fiery as a rose.

Her jet-black hair fell down to her chest like a soft waterfall, her red eyes were clear, and her snow-white skin was glowing with a different kind of crimson.

It's Her Royal Highness the Princess.

All of Grace's coldness melted, calling her name softly like a clingy cat,

"Aphro, I... like you very much."

Then, the scene in front of him changed drastically in an instant, and the atmosphere changed from sacred to ambiguous and sticky pink.

Pure white mist swirled in front of his eyes, and the scorching water surface rippled slightly amid the intense movements.

In the spacious bathroom of the palace, half of Grace's body was soaked in the water.

Her long black hair was wet on her cheeks and body, and her soft chest was above the water, revealing a large area of ​​skin as white as snowfields, and a collarbone as deeply sunken as delicate as butterfly wings.

The girl's cheeks were as red as drunkenness, and her wet eyes were filled with water, and there was a flowing and burning desire floating in the haze.

She moved forward slightly, licked her lips, leaned over like a fawning deer, tilted her head, and placed a soft and intimate kiss on her lips.

"I like Avro, like a lover."

Then, the self in the picture actively inserted herself into the slender fingers of Her Royal Highness, pressed her somewhat roughly against the edge of the bath, and kissed her tenderly and intimately.

Watch her reveal her pink tongue and gasp slightly, watch her show a cute yet resistant expression.

Finally, I watched her ambiguously close to my ear, her beautiful eyes moving like a devil, bewitching:

"Aphro, have you betrayed your goddess now?"

! ! ! ! ? ?

and many more! !

The heart-wrenching nightmare ended in an instant. Avro opened his eyes in shock, grabbed the quilt and sat up from the bed as if he was electrocuted.

What comes into view is a simple and clean bedroom. The thick walls are painted with wall paintings of the goddess Wells saving all living beings. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling shines with the orange afterglow of the sunset.