Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"I'm really worried to death. Please ask Dr. Rodney to come and check on Her Highness Grace."

Grace was a little surprised that the fifth princess Grace was actually a kind person.

The window of the golden carriage opened, and Victoria's cold face showed a teasing smile.

"I'm so envious. Our Grace is so popular. So many people like Grace. I'm really a little jealous."

Grace tilted her head, frowning, and Victoria smiled gently.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore... I'm leaving now, don't miss me too much~"

She waved to the maids and ordered,

"Well, I'm fine. Take me to the bedroom first. I want to change my clothes. Then I'll serve tea to this Miss Afro."

"Also prepare a set of clean bedding and clothes that fit Miss Afro's figure. Miss Afro will sleep here with me tonight."

A beautiful and pretty maid came out from the crowd, with white hair and blue eyes. Unlike ordinary maids, she had a black, white and blue ribbon tied around her right chest.

The material of the ribbon is extremely fine, and it seems to be worn here specifically to show one's status.

She bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness Grace, please follow me."

This is probably a personal maid.

Grace followed her all the way through the hall on the first floor, around the spiral mahogany corridor on the second floor, and finally arrived at Grace's bedroom at the end of the cashmere-carpeted corridor.

The bedroom is not as luxurious as imagined, but it has a feminine and simple beauty.

In the middle of the bedroom is an extremely luxurious and comfortable white goose down bed. On the left is a wall built with layers of bookshelves, and on the right is a large balcony and a simple dressing table.

What reminds people of Mao Dun is that there is a huge black and white piano on the right side of the dressing table.

It seems that the original Miss Grace liked literature and music, and had no interest in political struggles.

It's just that if you are born in a royal family and have no thoughts of climbing up the social ladder, and are lucky enough to meet a wise ruler, you can live a stable life.

But if you meet a narrow-minded monarch... fighting or not fighting is the greatest sin.

The personal maid behind her whispered to Grace for her opinion, "Your Highness Grace, I will go prepare the bedding for tonight."

"Go."

After getting an affirmative answer, the maid left quietly, and with a creak, the pure white door closed.

In this bedroom filled with the faint fragrance of a young girl, only Afro and Grace were left.

Grace turned around, only to find that Afro had taken two steps back, narrowed his eyes, and was ready for battle, looking at her warily.

"Why do you have such an expression?"

She patted her chest with her hands, frowned, and said in a very determined manner:

"Your Highness Grace, I don't care what you think tonight. I hope there will be a clear line between us."

As she spoke, she used her fair hand to forcefully draw a line between the two of them. Her sharp eyes were like a knife, as if anyone who crossed the line would be stabbed by the sword and bleed profusely.

"No one is allowed to cross the line. I hope that you come to the palace to investigate the false accusation against my brother, not other matters related to dirty desires."

Well... to be honest, even if Afro took off all her clothes and danced naked here, Grace wouldn't have any idea.

She never expects warmth from anyone, and naturally she doesn't have any unreasonable desire for intimacy.

Grace returned to her snow-like coldness, unmoved, and replied in a flat voice:

"I know, but you must sleep in the same bedroom with me today."

It wasn't a compulsion or a threat, it was just like stating some plain fact.

"you--!"

Afro was once again so angry at her words that her eyebrows twitched. She sighed helplessly, her tone as fearless as a hero who cut off his own arm.

"Your Highness Grace, I don't like women! I don't mind staying the night and staying in a separate guest room."

"But I simply cannot accept sharing a room with Her Highness Grace and spending a whole night with her. I think with your personality, you are likely to do something unethical."

"if!"

Afro emphasized her tone, causing her clear and unyielding voice to echo faintly in the huge bedroom.

"If I were to suffer such humiliation, I would rather bang my head against this wall and die."

Grace was observing the bedroom like a curious baby, while he nonchalantly rejected Grace's request.

"No, you have to sleep here tonight."

"why?"

Grace's eyes swept across the rows of books on plants, music, and paintings, and finally turned around and stopped at Aphrodite's eyes full of questions and resistance.

She did not give much explanation. Her quiet and ethereal voice was particularly clear in the bedroom where one could hear a pin drop.

She said: "Because now, in this palace, I only trust you."

24. The princess seems to be easy to subdue

Afro remained unmoved, her face looked cold. She had been deceived three times.

This time, I will never easily believe any deceitful words from Her Royal Highness the Princess.

She sneered coldly,

"I see that Her Highness Grace and your sister are very close."

Oh, not only that, Her Highness Grace’s dear sister was also very aggressive towards me.

Afro glanced at Grace's slightly red neck. The skin cut by the knife was healed by magic, leaving only a pink mark.

If I hadn't used magic to heal myself at that time, if Victoria saw it, she would probably have wanted to kill me with a knife.

Grace no longer looked at Afro, but instead used her slender index finger to stroke the sides of the brown-red books on the bookshelf one by one.

"Afro, I taught you before, when observing a person, don't look at what she says, but look at what she does first, and then look at what she wants."

She pulled out the "World Geography Encyclopedia" and "Introduction to the Basics of Magic" and then sat quietly on the gold-wire chair by the window.

Grace flipped through the book slowly and explained nonchalantly, like a cruel mother who ignored her noisy child.

"Now our interests are aligned. It is only safer for you to sleep with me at night."

The book says that magic is divided into elementary, intermediate, advanced and holy levels.

A person's magical talent determines his or her destiny at the moment of birth.

After awakening magic power, one can use the magic crystal ball to find out the pinnacle of magic that one can reach in this lifetime.

If you haven't sensed the call of magic by the age of fifteen, you will be an ordinary person all your life.

Obviously, books are much more attractive to Grace than Afro at the moment.

"But you can sleep in my bed. It's warm there."

Grace simply said something perfunctory and continued to read.

Who's on the bed?!

Grace was just like an elder casually treating a child.

The muscles on the candidate saint's cheeks twitched, and the anger that was forcibly suppressed was still retained in her heart as a tiny flame.

Although Grace's words sounded high-sounding, but...

She couldn't imagine sleeping with the princess who loved women... Wouldn't that be like walking into a tiger's mouth?

Could she do anything worse to herself?

Moreover, sleeping together also means facing the killer, and having to turn your back to Grace in the face of common danger.

Afro didn't like this.

Therefore, she did not show any good face to Grace, but instead mocked her coldly:

"That's just for your safety. With your ability, is there anything you can't do?"

The emphasis was on the word "ability", and anyone who came would know that Afro was angry about the collar control.

The howling winter wind outside the window shook the window violently. The princess's bedroom was unusually quiet, with only the sound of shallow breathing and the gentle turning of pages of books.

Grace sat quietly under the palace candlelight. The yellowish light made her calm face look unusually quiet and gentle, as if she had the fascinating power of the words in a book.

"what……"

She sighed without even turning her head, looking incredibly calm and indifferent.

"Are you still angry?"

"Anger and hatred are useless emotions. Remember what you want to do right now."

What is useless emotion? How can she have the nerve to say such a thing?

Afro took a deep breath. She even felt it was too unbelievable.

She had never met anyone like Grace, crazy yet calm, shameless yet occasionally, grudgingly kind.

The contrast between the before and after is so great, he is simply a schizophrenic madman!

I really don't understand.

Grace will go to hell after her death, her soul will be burned in the flames, and she will never reach the happy heaven.

Perhaps she heard the sound of her own patient intake of breath. Grace turned her head to the side, and I couldn't see her expression. Suddenly, as if compromising, she said,

"If you are still angry about what happened during the day, Afro, I will apologize to you. In exchange, I will take you to the dungeon to meet your brother at night. How about that?"

Afro's anger became insignificant in the face of his brother's safety.

Things have different levels of severity, and going to see his brother is undoubtedly what Afulo wants to do most right now.

She opened her eyes wide, couldn't help but take a step forward, and asked in surprise:

"Can I see my brother tonight?"

But then she frowned in worry and asked:

"But how do you get the key to the dungeon and get past the guards?"

Grace thought of her cold and beautiful sister, who was able to find "Grace" as soon as she disappeared.

Faster than everyone, stronger than everyone...

And Victoria's deep and beautiful red eyes had already told her the answer.

The faint candlelight flickered as the pages of the book turned. Grace replied in a deep voice,

"Someone will give us the key to the dungeon tonight, Afro. Now we just need to wait patiently until night falls."

"I hope it's as you say."

After weighing the pros and cons, Afro finally decided to compromise.

"Your Highness Grace, let's not talk about what happened before. However, I remind you that if you want to do anything to me, the collar alone cannot achieve it."

Afro took a step forward and raised her head to turn the collar around her neck, as if to tell Grace - I now have the means to easily escape from control.

"You'd better have a reason to convince me, otherwise... I forgot to tell you that the Goddess of Light has given believers the power to fight back."

As she spoke, she walked step by step to Grace's desk, bent down, and got so close that she could see her face full of vigilance in her scarlet eyes.

Afro threatened softly, "If you cross the line, I will easily kill you..."

"what?"

Grace tilted her head, revealing the light pink mark on her fair neck, and seemed to not care about the threat she posed.

Thinking of the princess' half-exposed white chest and her frail physique, it seems that she can be easily subdued.

Afro smiled slightly, "Nothing."

25. Is Grace dying?

Once her brother was involved, Afro seemed easier to control.

After that, Grace spent some quiet time in her room.