Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

And Afro happened to look at him at this moment, and his clean and holy face suddenly turned red as if dripping blood.

The eye contact was like an electric shock, and Afro's heart was gripped, and he lowered his head in panic.

Relics, relics, relics?

Grace...gave me her deceased mother's belongings...and said they looked like my eyes?

This one and only love, this one and only pair of earrings, this love that is enough to represent destiny, a unique treasure.

Her heart was pounding and her earlobes were burning teasingly. Afro nervously pinched the wrinkled quilt with her five fingers.

His lowered eyes fled in panic, but in an inadvertent glance, he found a suspicious piece of colorful icing between the gap between two pillows.

Sugar coated?

Isn't it a dream?

That... after forcefully kissing Grace, the reward given to her... seems to be sugar-coated, right?

So that dream yesterday...was it true?

Afro only felt as if he was drunk again, his whole body was hot, like a kettle about to evaporate, and something in his heart was about to burst out.

Why did I kiss Grace?

She raised her head tremblingly and looked at Grace impatiently. The string of reason was stretched to the limit, as if it would break at any time.

Do I really like Her Royal Highness the Princess?

100. What if I wasn’t Grace?

"No need to look for it, I know where it is."

Grace leaned against the head of the bed and answered confidently.

Afro looked at Grace in a daze. When she woke up in the morning, the princess's smooth hair was a little messy, which made her originally cold and indifferent face have a bit of human cuteness.

The burning blush spread like creepers all over the cheeks.

"Yes, Your Highness Grace. Would you like to wear a flower as a decoration in your hair today? If so, which one would you choose?"

Following the maid's words, Aphrodite couldn't help but cast her eyes on the carefully tended roses and tulips.

The slender index finger pointed at the pretty profile. In Afro's vision, Grace appeared against the sunset glow, flickering and dreamy, like an unreachable existence in a vague dream.

"Let's choose today..."

Grace's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed to be hesitant to speak. Her bright and clear red eyes stared at him, and the flickering light danced like starlight.

The electric shock-like staring caused dangerous red lights to flash through my mind constantly.

In the traditional culture of the Rhine Empire, men cannot easily give flowers to women.

At traditional aristocratic banquets, unmarried adult men could only pin a gorgeous and delicate flower on their chest and give it to the woman they liked.

If a woman also likes a man, she will put flowers in her bun to show the man the same affection in return.

Grace! She! She! She! Doesn’t she understand, or doesn’t she know?

Afro quickly turned his face away, tilting his head to look at the copper-gold standing clock on the left.

Tick, tick, the seconds are steady, but the heart soaked in ambiguity seems to be escaping in panic and its rhythm is difficult to control.

"Afro, what are you daydreaming about?" Grace's pleasant words came into her ears, which were as red as blood jade.

Afro turned her head carefully, her eyes still as beautiful as rubies.

Then, her pretty face, which had remained cold and ruthless until now and didn't know what sunlight was, slightly lifted up a little, as if obeying her orders.

It is barely perceptible, but it allows one to glimpse into the true heart.

Grace rarely smiled the same smile as in her "dream", "Do you have any good suggestions?"

Did she remember what I said?

Afro was in a trance, she knew what a genuine smile was.

Although the distance between them was still very far, Afro felt that the distance was gradually getting closer.

It used to take a thousand steps, but now it only takes a hundred steps, and next time it may only take one step.

Her silent efforts and thoughtfulness were finally rewarded, and Afro naturally felt the urge to give her a warm hug.

Not just a hug, but much more, many more actions that she could not transcend.

And it seems that I can no longer bear it anymore and have reached the threshold.

And no one else can do it, it can only be Grace, who is hypocritical, a little stubborn, mysterious and strong.

Such thoughts! Are not allowed, are... cannot happen!

"Rose..."

The girl made a choice in a trance. Her white and tender hands rested on her violently heaving chest. She bit her lower lip to hold back the strange feeling. Her holy and penetrating voice narrated slowly like ice in summer porcelain.

"When the goddess Vers brought magic and fire to the human world, she also threw her favorite roses and doves into the human world."

“She blesses every rose and allows everyone who tames the thorns to feel the meaning of happiness.”

——Plus, Grace is a woman who is as beautiful as a rose but has thorns.

Afro said and slowly closed his eyes.

In the deliberate darkness that was beyond her reach, she sincerely confessed to the goddess in her heart. Her body was trembling slightly, like a leaf drifting in two waves.

My Lady Goddess, I have not changed my beliefs.

I just... I just hope that her life is no longer as cold and lonely as it appears.

I just hope that the awkward child can also feel the warmth like spring and fireplace, that's all...

The prayer ended and Grace made her decision, "Sarah, then the rose."

……

In the end, Afro didn't even have breakfast and left in a hurry.

Before leaving, she looked meaningfully at the gorgeous rose on Grace's head and said:

"I asked for leave yesterday. Although it was voluntary, the church needs me. I can't stay here for long."

"Of course, after this is over...I will come again today."

Afro hesitated at the door for a long time, her pink tongue moistening her beautiful lips, and finally hesitantly praised:

“The roses are beautiful.”

It was unclear whether this was a compliment or a genuine compliment to Rose, but Grace didn’t give much feedback.

She just covered her face with the book, regained her cold look, and said,

"A rose that is well cared for looks great."

Afro's pupils dilated as if they were struck. He paused for a long time and ended today's interaction with a slight smile.

The warm and kind girl like light finally left like a passing wind, and Grace was the only one left in the silent palace.

When the time to be alone came, Grace looked at the empty mattress beside her, which had the dents left by someone who had slept there, and felt a little weird.

However, now I finally have the chance to sort out my thoughts.

If the Rhine Empire is a huge commercial company, then Kevin, the Rhine Emperor who stands at the highest point of interest, has to do nothing but maintain the operation of the company.

To keep the company running, management only needs to maintain the interests of the majority.

The secret to getting a promotion and a raise in your company is simple.

You don't need to work hard and take on multiple people's positions to highlight your importance to the company.

The secret to promotion lies in whether you can become a trusted person or a pawn of your direct manager.

His ultimate goal was to ascend the throne, so while gaining Kevin's trust, he had to make him feel that he would not pose an excessive threat to him.

This is a difficult point to balance, and Kevin simply doesn't trust himself enough to give it too many chances.

The difficult problem facing us is how to cleanly and efficiently enter the political arena and develop our own power?

For someone like me who has little power and whose maternal family is weak, it is of course more convenient to rely on Victoria.

Grace placed her index finger lightly on her lips, her deep eyes were unfocused, and her white teeth were tightly biting her bent knuckles as she thought.

She liked to bite herself like this while she was thinking.

Because pain can make people alert, which can make the brain clear.

So take the initiative today.

Grace twisted her ankle slightly, and with someone's careful care, she was almost back to normal.

The day after tomorrow, I will probably be able to get out of bed and try to walk.

When the time comes, I will go and meet Miss Nora Francis who stole the earrings in person.

……

When Grace was about to put down "The Art of Power" in her hand and pick up the silver knife and fork on the bedside dining cart to eat, Grace, who had keen hearing, heard a clear and swift sound of high heels.

Tap, tap, tap, the thunder was blowing freely, without losing its momentum, as if no one in the world could stop her progress.

As passionate and dazzling as her appearance, Victoria's arrival was also spectacular...

Grace knew that Victoria deliberately made time and space for herself and Afro to be together.

She didn't put too much energy into herself, but chose to take some time out during her lunch break to come visit her.

Grace raised her eyebrows subtly. She put the silver knife and fork back on the dining cart, sat up straight, and deliberately picked up the reddish-brown "The Art of Power", acting like a loyal dog waiting for its master to come home.

With a creak, the door was pushed open cleanly.

The figures of gold and red came to him eagerly like a breeze carrying a light and intoxicating fragrance.

Grace had her head bent over a book, so she could only see the edge of the bed. Her delicate and elegant handkerchief-red dress fell over her well-proportioned calves, the sharp corners of the hem swaying slightly as her red high heels approached.

The maturity and charm of women are fully expressed at this point.

Not to mention the smooth and slender waistline, the beautifully shaped and full chest, and the gorgeous yet elegant and delicate face.

Victoria lifted her skirt and sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, then pushed the book down in an overbearing manner.

"Why haven't you eaten yet? Did Afro eat with you?"

The beautiful, slender white hands were decorated with distinctive manicures, European-style flowers and sparkling diamonds, making the bony fingers look even more precious.

"No."

Grace slowly put the book down and looked at Victoria obediently.

Of course this is obviously alienating in front of Victoria.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Victoria's eyebrows drooped slightly, and her red eyes, which seemed to be stained with blood, looked at Grace with a very complicated expression.

"Yes."

Grace nodded, placing the book on the bedside table next to her and moving a little closer to Victoria.

"Don't wait for me next time."

Victoria's eyes seemed to be avoiding something.

She reached out and opened the lid of the dish. The greasy foie gras had already cooled down, and the whitish fat had coagulated together, making her lose her appetite.

"Why are they all cold? Ask the servants to make a new one."

Victoria frowned and closed the lid without interest.

Then she called the servants, ordered them with a cold face to do something for a while, and finally came back.

Grace found it a little ridiculous to see Victoria busy and concerned.

But she said nothing, just watched Victoria closely like a camera.

"Grace, look, we will be the same as before, nothing will change..."

Noticing this look, Victoria calmly placed her hand on Grace's arm and spoke in a soft, soothing tone.