Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Nora tilted her head with curiosity in her eyes, and she wanted to say something but her lips were tightly pursed.

Grace showed equal respect, looking her straight in the eye.

In fact, people in the world are all the same. There are very few people who are born indifferent. Speaking little may just be a way of disguising themselves.

Grace knew better than anyone.

So... maybe beneath Nora's expressionless and taciturn appearance, there might be a warm and unusual heart?

One second, two seconds, three seconds, they stared coldly.

Both of them were very taciturn, so the atmosphere was cold and a little weird.

Finally, a crisp "gurgling" sound broke the silence.

Grace doesn't eat very often, and most of her meals are vegetables that are easy to digest.

From noon until the bright moonlit night, she had not eaten anything, and her frail body protested against it.

"Are you hungry?" - This was the first sentence Nora said after being in silence for so long.

Of course, being hungry is nothing to be ashamed of, but Nora and I are not very familiar with each other.

Grace tried hard to overcome this subtle shame, slightly shifted her eyes, and nodded gently.

"Ah."

Nora fully demonstrated the qualities of a qualified maid, not gossiping and caring about her master's health.

Of course, the premise of all this is that Grace cannot hear the noisy voice of Lucia in Nora's mind.

Lucia's high and frivolous voice always surrounds Nora like a fly, and she can't get rid of it even if she wants to.

"You already have a rival in love!!! Just cry. When she is kissing and making out with that woman in the room, you will secretly drop your little pearl outside the door and regret it."

"Who would do such a thing? It's just a simple employment relationship. What are you talking about?"

"You slept together naked, and you still say it's an innocent relationship? Wouldn't it be easy to make her fall in love with you while she's still innocent? Wouldn't it be easy to flirt with her?"

Nora retorted aggressively, "Isn't she the reincarnation of your old lover?"

"I don't like her at all, Nora, you are completely a sultry person. I've discovered that you are ridiculously sultry. When the time comes, you will wail like the abandoned male protagonist No. 2 in a third-rate novel, watching your lover being stolen away by others!"

"Yeah, thanks for the compliment."

It ended with the usual ending - after blocking Lucia, Nora said calmly like an AI,

"When we get back, I'll find you something to eat. Wait for me in the bedroom."

"Not in the bedroom,"

Grace shook her head seriously, "Your stepmother, Madam Gema, will come to see me later. Is there any other place?"

Nora frowned, thought about it for a while, and finally compromised.

"I have a secret base that can be reached via a space teleportation array. If you need it today, you can take shelter there temporarily."

After saying all this, the tender white and slender hand rested on the golden wood handrail, and turned to go downstairs and return to the small room.

After finishing this sentence, Grace kept following Norah obediently.

No one spoke during the entire process. Only the sound of footsteps coming one after another reminded Grace that this was not a pantomime.

Dong, dong, dong, dong. The rhythmic footsteps are like the pointers of rhythm.

Silence always makes people think deeply.

Different girls expressed the same thoughts at the same time and in the same place.

Why is she so silent? Doesn't she have anything to say?

——She is so cold.

……

Nora's secret base is actually a quaint tree house connected by a teleportation array.

Grace felt that it was very similar to the wooden house where Saint Lucia lived in her dream.

The floor of the entire room is made of original solid wood with visible growth rings, and the walls are woven from solid green rattan. Although it looks drafty, it is warm and has a natural beauty.

There is a faint wood fragrance in the room, which is enough to feel the warm charm of nature.

Fresh caviar lay temptingly on buttered bread, and the glossy steak was sprinkled with chopped parsley.

Grace, who was standing coldly opposite, folded her arms, and stared at the food on the table with her eyes lowered with a little hesitation.

This kind of food is a rare delicacy for Nora on ordinary days.

At this moment, Grace maintained a somewhat disgusted attitude.

Is it true that such precious food is no longer worthy of her attention?

I stole this with great difficulty in the kitchen!!

Nora's jaw moved slightly, and she asked like a soulless robot:

"Don't want to eat?"

Grace remained silent, her long eyelashes drooping, and did not answer.

Lucia, the master of emotions, said, "You are her servant now, you should feed her, do you understand? You are so stupid, if it were me, Grace would be crazy about me!"

"I know. It's really noisy."

Nora took a deep breath, stood up from the chair, decisively reached out to take the silver fork, patiently cut off a piece of tender steak, and slowly handed it to Grace's lips.

Grace glanced at Noila in surprise, “What do you mean?”

"I noticed that Your Highness Grace hadn't moved for a long time, so I performed my duties as a maid."

Nora held the fork in the air, her expression and tone were so cold that I thought someone was forcing her to do this.

"no need."

Grace pushed Nora's arm.

"From now on, it would be best if only salad vegetables or dry bread appeared on my table. Sweets and butter are taboo."

"Then shall I get you another one?"

Nora asked tentatively, without any complaints, just asking for Grace's opinion.

Stealing some ingredients is not a problem for me now, but I don’t know which unlucky person will go without dinner.

"No, I don't like these. You can eat them. I remember you didn't have dinner either."

Grace shook her head and pushed the fork towards Nora.

Nora certainly knew what it felt like to be hungry.

She looked at the fork tightly gripped, at the greasy steak held high, and an indescribable feeling arose in her heart.

"No."

"Then you eat first."

Eating is a human instinct. What on earth was she thinking?

Nora frowned and bit down on the steak at her lips, releasing the delicious juice of the meat. It was tender and fresh, and was an extremely delicious ingredient.

After chewing like a hamster, Nora's eyes fell on Grace.

Her red eyes, as clear as gemstones, were staring at her intently. Nora put down her fork cautiously and for the first time couldn't help but ask softly,

"Your Highness Grace, why don't you eat these foods?"

Grace didn't answer, but raised her eyebrows.

"So you're interested in me too?"

She supported her thin face with her slender arms, and her originally cold temperament was broken by the girlish action.

What do you mean that I would be interested in me?

"Hmm? Your Highness Grace...what does this mean?"

"You are the person who speaks the least I have ever met. I wonder if I don't speak either, can this continue forever.

Although silence is a good thing, sometimes I wish I could hear your voice. "

Grace's eyes lit up slightly, and her clear voice was loud and clear, leaving no room for questioning, as if she was making some chivalrous declaration.

"You are my personal maid. From now on, we will share weal and woe. I will trust you with my back.

So, when you are alone with me, you can express whatever you want to say without worrying about etiquette. "

"Not only that, you are not a maid in the traditional sense, you have to do much more."

Nora couldn't understand Grace's sudden belief at all.

First he stole her earrings, then he cursed her, and finally he wanted to kill her for "stealing her soul".

Why would Grace say such things now? What exactly is she trying to achieve?

For the first time, Nora felt a complex mix of emotions that she didn't understand.

This is not the helplessness after being bullied, nor the confusion about the future, but the panic when someone is about to break into your life.

Nora stood there like a robot that had crashed due to being unable to process its emotions.

Her eyebrows twisted crookedly, and she looked at Grace in confusion.

"Why... do you trust me so much?"

Grace raised the corners of her lips confidently.

"Because I'm a gambler."

At this moment, she seemed like a sharpshooter who never missed her target. Once she shot the arrow, there was no possibility of missing.

The tone was as firm as if it had magical power.

Is there anyone like her?

Could it be that...what Lucia said was true, and Grace really fell in love with me?

Nora was in a trance. She couldn't accept this fact. She could only avoid the girl's gaze and stammered to make unrealistic assumptions.

"What if I were that kind of person?"

It seems that failure has never appeared in Her Royal Highness's dictionary, and she is always able to remain extremely calm in all situations.

“I believe that people who have nothing will not give up any chance to survive.”

"But you are not without anything, but you can't escape Francis's shackles."

"You wanted to do this, so when I suggested putting the head maid in Madam Gema's bedroom, you didn't refuse."

Grace's eyes became more determined. She even stood up and stretched out her slender, white and soft hands, like a god descending from the sky to save the world.

"Nora Francis, do you want to join me in trampling down those who have bullied and betrayed you? Trample Francis down?"

Nora looked at her, her blue eyes dilating uncontrollably, memories resurfacing before her eyes like a raging river bursting its dam.

When I was still little, before I changed my name to "Doris", I was under the protection of my mother, simply confined to a small yard. I did not understand the evil of human nature, and lived a carefree life for the time being.

At that time, I could go to aristocratic college and occasionally see my romantic father.

There are some children in the college who believe in the theory of bloodline and pretend to be like adults, dividing the ignorant children into classes at an ignorant age.

It was obvious that an illegitimate child like himself was a person of the lowest class, but he lived well under Esther's protection.

Esther is the civilian with the highest magical talent and a star figure who was specially recruited.

Mrs. Gemma named herself Doris, which was said to be the name of a puppy she once raised.

No one would like such a name, so her mother named herself Nora, which means rising star.

There are tens of millions of stars in this world.

Nora loves both the stars in the sky and the stars hidden in her mother's blue eyes.

In college, I have always used the name Nora to interact with my friends.

But the proud daughter of Gwendolyn's family is also called Nora.

The Gwendolyn family runs the largest chamber of commerce in Rhine, and Miss Nora was chosen by His Majesty Kevin to be the future princess of the Second Prince when she was only five years old.