Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

A bustling hotel, lively singing and dancing, people coming and going, past and present, and a strange witch.

Plus the past that keeps catching up with the present.

Nora stayed up all night. After completing Grace's request, she stayed outside the door all night, from the dark and gloomy late night to the early morning when dusk was gradually rising.

During this time, she received a reminder from Miss Doris - a message from a beautiful maid asking Her Highness Grace to meet her tomorrow afternoon.

At about eight o'clock in the morning, the door of the room finally opened.

I don’t know what happened inside, but thinking of the fact that Grace liked girls, Nora could vaguely guess something.

Grace, who had just opened the door, had a gloomy look on her face. Her scarlet eyes contained anger that was about to turn into reality, as well as fatigue that was visible to the naked eye.

She didn't change her clothes, so she reeked of alcohol.

There are ambiguous red marks on the neck, which has not yet completely covered the skin.

Behind Her Royal Highness the Princess was Miss Aphrodite, who was cautious, like a child who had made a mistake.

She lowered her head, her eyes slightly red, and looked extremely aggrieved.

"Nora, where is the winter coat I asked you to find?"

"I've asked the hotel front desk to prepare it. We just need to go down and call the maids to bring it up."

Nora's mood was a little bit complicated, but her face remained calm and composed, and she said mechanically like a perfect maid,

"Also, Miss Doris invites you to meet this afternoon at Eck Avenue next to the Royal Theatre."

143. Fragile Grace

Grace paused, her pretty face suppressing silent anger, but her voice was not affected by her emotions at all, as cold as usual.

"Got it, let's go after breakfast."

Afro, who was behind Grace, raised her head and wanted to say something. She raised her white hand in the air and wanted to put it on the girl's shoulder, but finally retracted it.

Nora's eyes inadvertently passed over Grace's slender neck... There was a slight redness under the collar of the dress.

Nora pursed her lips. She knew what it was, but she just saw through it without saying it.

"Now take me to the front desk."

Perhaps noticing Nora's subtle gaze, Grace turned her neck awkwardly, her eyes looking towards the end of the long corridor, as if she wanted to escape from there.

The atmosphere in the air was so strange that Nora didn't even dare to breathe.

Recalling the sharp wind that blew when the heavy door closed, Nora couldn't help but wonder - did she do something wrong yesterday?

The relationships between people are always more complicated than you can imagine.

In the servants' room of a large aristocratic family, all kinds of surprising things always happen.

For example, someone abandons his wife and children to hook up with the daughter of an aristocratic family, and ends up having his legs broken, and then shamelessly goes back, or a 60-year-old man finds a male partner for a love affair with someone younger than him...

Nora has been exposed to the most gossipy things and can accept everything that happens in the world with a calm attitude.

Coupled with Miss Witch's constant chatter, she has become accustomed to the fact that Miss Aphrodite might be a lover of Her Highness the Princess.

But she didn't know why the two of them became like this.

In the long and narrow corridor, the sound of footsteps echoed long and long. Nora knew just by listening to the echo that Afro did not catch up.

What kind of twists and turns happened last night that led to the current subtle results?

Nora was puzzled, and she was also exhausted from a sleepless night. She yawned tiredly and said nothing the whole time.

From the time he put a cloak on Her Royal Highness the Princess to the time he finished his breakfast and boarded the carriage for the return trip, there was basically no communication except for the occasional "Have you eaten enough?" from Grace.

Grace is a very reserved person, and Nora understands that she and she share half the same soul.

The cold winter wind was howling outside the window, and even though Nora was feeling depressed, she was not sad.

She knew that in this season when everything was at its lowest ebb, the empty, lonely and dead silence were emotions that had to be faced.

The wheels of the carriage rolled around and around on the frosted stone slabs. The early morning was over and the rising sun was shining on the earth, but the chill of late winter and early spring was still there.

Grace's long black hair fell on her white cloak. She supported her head with one hand, leaning quietly against the painted car window, staring blankly at the street scene that was receding.

She was looking out the window and I was looking at her.

The deep-minded princess seemed to be lost in some memories that she couldn't extricate herself from. Her eyes were dim, as if covered with a layer of heavy dust.

Nora was exhausted both physically and mentally, but she didn't find it boring to look at Grace in a daze.

On the contrary, when I followed my gaze across the girl's face, I had a subtle feeling as if I was painting an oil painting in my mind.

Grace shook her head unconsciously in the pin-drop jolt, until her distracted eyes met Nora's, then she pursed her lips and asked,

"Nora, were you waiting outside last night?"

"Yes."

Nora was a little stunned by the sudden concern, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Grace put down her hands that were supporting her head, folded her arms and asked, "Why do you want to close the door?"

Why close the door?

Nora didn't know how to answer this question.

Is it fear that others will exclude you from intimacy with yourself? Or is it avoidance?

Nora hesitated for a moment, her knees touching each other nervously, and whispered what she thought was the best answer.

"Didn't His Highness say that being able to read people's expressions is a requirement for a personal maid? I just think His Highness wants me to do that."

Just a simple sentence seemed to stir up a storm in Her Royal Highness's heart.

Grace felt ashamed and angry as if she had been caught with something. Her clear red eyes blinked anxiously, and her right cheek bulged slightly, as if she was enduring something.

"Do you think so too...?"

The tone of her voice later made this embarrassment a fact. She frowned and asked in a low voice,

"Do I need you to do this?"

Nora apologized quickly.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I was wrong. I seemed to hear you calling me later, but when I knocked on the door, there was no sound."

For a qualified maid, the most important thing is not to disobey her master.

"That's all."

But Grace waved her hands as if she had lost the case, and she didn't seem to care about it.

No, Grace was easy going for Nora most of the time.

She has neither the pampered life of a young lady nor the arrogance of a noble.

She was like... a lonely wandering soul in the world.

The car window gradually became hazy under the mist. Grace gently wiped out a small street scene with her white wrist, then looked out the window and asked meaningfully,

"Nora, are you afraid of anything?"

Because they couldn't look each other in the eye, there was no real sense of intimacy, so Grace could feel a little at peace.

Nora thought about it for a long time in her mind. She didn't want to say it, but the red marks on her cheeks that had long faded seemed to be rekindled.

Amid the white noise of the wheels rolling forward, Nora spoke her thoughts, as level as usual.

"I am afraid of the cold winter, because if it is too cold, many people will not see the spring next year."

Grace didn't seem to expect the answer to the question, she just wanted to ask the question in her heart so that she could release the endless depression in her heart.

She still stared out the window with her eyes squinting, her voice low and clear,

"Is there anyone you want to forget?"

Is this the winter doldrums?

Perhaps it was because loneliness could resonate with people, Nora didn't feel so lonely. She even asked in return,

"Yes, but, Your Highness, who in this world hasn't had someone they want to forget?"

"Too."

Grace smiled at herself, and finally straightened her pretty face. Her eyes met Nora's for the first time. There were thousands of words in her eyes, but she asked a puzzling question.

"Nora, why did you follow me?"

Does this question make any sense?

Grace's attitude is the final answer to the question.

"Of course it is the promise you made, Your Highness."

Grace suddenly smiled with relief, with a look of melancholy that was not in line with her age, and said softly,

"If one day you are no longer satisfied with what I give you... at this moment, just be clean and tidy."

Nora couldn't understand Grace's thoughts. She rarely asked so many questions about herself as she did today.

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

Is it because of last night?

Nora frowned subconsciously, puzzled. What did "clean and neat" mean?

"nothing……"

——If you are going to betray, please do it cleanly and neatly.

That way, my heart won't soften, like it did to Aphrodite.

Grace turned her head away boredly, leaving the girl's delicate profile to Nora, and said sullenly,

"It's just some boring questions. Send me to Miss Doris today, and you can rest for a while."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Nora answered quietly, but she always felt that Her Royal Highness the Princess gave her the feeling of a fragile porcelain doll.

And fragile things always make people want to cherish and protect them.

Very strange.

……

The girls' conversation ended, and the car returned to its original tranquility.

The metal wheels of the carriage rolled towards the prosperous Iko Avenue. The morning sun gradually rose higher in the sky. The flow of people coming and going in the imperial capital was surging like a beehive.

Grace's carriage was about to arrive at the place agreed with Doris.

Among the horses coming and going, there was a suspicious golden-carved carriage that was keeping a distance of fifty meters, carefully tracking someone's carriage.

The pure white nun's headscarf covered her golden hair like wheat ears, revealing only a pair of deer-like green eyes.

Afro covered her face as much as possible, carefully lifted the curtain, and through the small gap of less than three centimeters, squinted her eyes and stared at the carriage in front like a thief.

The carriage in front had stopped beside the magnificent Royal Theatre, but his own carriage was still rolling forward.

Afro frowned, stamped his feet, and reminded anxiously in a low voice,

"Mr. Driver, slow down. Don't get too close. Be careful not to be discovered!"

144. It turns out there is a reward for being raped?

A suspicious carriage eventually followed all the way to the gate of the Royal Opera House.

Even if she took down the majestic white griffin family flag, and even if she didn't secretly use the system to check the distance between the two, Grace could still tell which idiot was following her from the pure gold horse head and the carvings on the crossbar.

Too obvious.

I don’t know whether it is a deliberate signal or a way of declaring sovereignty.

There's a feeling of being pressed step by step, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Your mental age is no longer that of a three-year-old child, and you cannot act based solely on your personal will.

Communication is always the best way.