Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Afro refused, "No."

"why?"

"Um……"

Afro lowered his head and pinched his chin, thinking for a while.

"Because according to the order of bloodline, the crown prince should be the second prince, Karta. But His Majesty has been hesitant."

The second prince? Shouldn't there be an eldest prince?

Grace asked, "Where is the eldest prince?"

"He won a great victory in the Battle of Sna Valley, but was ambushed by the Brela people while pursuing his victory. He was injured and then...died."

Grace had also seen this passage in a book.

The martial-spirited Ryan Empire invaded the Principality of Brela. At the instigation of the Holy East Kingdom, the other principalities that had been oppressed organized an army of nearly 100,000 people, led by the Holy East Guards.

But all this was no match for the Ryan Empire Army, which defeated the Allied Forces like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The price is - a decisive and arrogant crown prince.

"His Majesty Kevin was very sad. Later, some people advised him to appoint a crown prince, but His Majesty Kevin rejected all of them on the grounds that the time was not right."

Establishing a crown prince is beneficial to national stability. It is impossible for such a shrewd emperor to be confused about this matter.

There is only the inability to establish and the unwillingness to establish.

Grace followed up on Afro's question and asked:

"So the second prince is most likely to be the crown prince?"

"If it were me, I would choose Her Royal Highness Victoria."

"Her Highness Victoria has reached an agreement with the sullen Cardan people in just two years. No matter how you think about it, she should be chosen, right? Even though I hate the Cardan people."

Having extraordinary talents does not necessarily make you a leader, but people who are good at balancing can definitely become good leaders.

The essence of management is balance.

Judging from her political achievements, Victoria did have the capital to become the crown prince.

But what made Grace even more curious was Afro.

She locked her eyes almost firmly on Afro's face and asked:

"Why? Don't you understand politics?"

"Don't look at me like that." - The ending tone rose backwards, as if Afro particularly enjoyed the look in her eyes.

She deliberately cleared her throat, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with some pride:

"In the church, Father Morton always likes to chat with the nuns after the prayer. He doesn't have any hobbies except collecting paintings and talking about politics."

Grace knew very well that any adult male in a bar would always like to give some political advice during casual conversation.

Keyboard politics is an instinct deep in their DNA.

"At home, my father is relatively quiet and gentle, and doesn't like to talk about these things. However, everyone in the Holy See believes that the second prince will become the crown prince."

"Why do people in the Vatican think that the Second Prince is the Crown Prince?"

"Because the Second Prince has been donating money to the church. When the candidate saint was canonized, I went to the goddess altar to meet the archbishop. The archbishop was chatting happily with Prince Carta at that time."

42. To warm the bed is to please with your body

Grace's eyes lit up, and she seemed to have grasped something vaguely in her mind.

Hmm…if it’s related to the Crown Prince, then Victoria or Carta should have been poisoned.

A princess with no real power and only knowledge of music and painting could at most become a tool for political marriage.

What's the point of poisoning an unfavored princess like yourself?

Was he accidentally injured? Or was this the first shot fired in the war for the throne?

However, Afro gave himself a small surprise.

Grace carefully looked at Afro in the dim moonlight and couldn't help but praise him.

"Aphrodite, I find that you are smarter than I thought."

"Smart?"

Afro's happiness subsided after the compliment. She kept a straight face and said slowly with a holy calmness,

"As long as you finish reading "Goddess Chronicles", you will find that many truths of life are hidden in it..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Grace frowned, and she immediately reached out and gritted her teeth to interrupt Afro.

"Aphrodite, no preaching! While I am here, please treat me as the only god."

Maybe it's because there's some special emotion in that cold voice.

Although he couldn't see the expression clearly, Afro felt a strange illusion from the tone of his voice.

That is, Grace is now protecting her possessions like a pet guarding its food.

"Row."

Afro agreed calmly. She was almost immune to the words "God, Master" that Grace said.

Some words are okay to say once or twice, but if you say them too many times they lose their original deterrent effect.

"Forget it, let's go to sleep first."

Grace said this, glancing out the window at the moonlight that was about to fall asleep.

The stars in the night sky are dim. It is already late at night. We must maintain a good spirit tomorrow.

She lay down and told Afro,

"Tomorrow, we will investigate your father's situation as well. Before the trial, we will record anyone who comes to see your father. Got it?"

"Yes."

In the darkness, she and Afro stared at each other in silence, her clear eyes flickering like stars in a clear pool.

Afro had been waiting for him to say something.

Grace sighed, ignored him, and huddled her slender body into the soft quilt.

She wrapped herself in the quilt like a long caterpillar, and said indifferently: "Let's go to bed first."

Everything will wait until tomorrow.

I also had to turn my back to Afulo, as I didn't want to face anyone else's face.

By the way, isn’t tomorrow Afro’s birthday?

"Ah."

Afro behind him replied.

There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against sheets, and the soft mattress sank slightly to accommodate the weight of another person.

Afro seemed to lie down as well.

The night finally returned to tranquility, and the sound of gentle breathing replaced all noise.

Grace felt sleepy. She had experienced too many things today and her body became tired involuntarily. She slowly closed her eyes.

Good night, new world—Grace said silently in her heart.

Afro also turned his back to Grace, and the bed was so dark that they seemed to have drawn a galaxy across it that would never end.

The tranquility of the night always makes the mood complicated and sensitive.

It was such a legendary day. I will never forget the people and events that happened today.

When sleeping on the same bed, even the slightest shake of the finely crafted princess bed can be noticed immediately.

And Afro clearly felt that Grace on the other side of the bed was getting restless.

There was a sound of suppressed anger inhalation, and then Grace sat up in bed.

"Aphrodite."

It was an angry, gnashing-teeth call, like a sleeping lion, no, more like a bad-tempered cat whose sleep was disturbed.

"?"

What's wrong? My princess?

Afro turned over alertly and looked at Grace who was half sitting on the edge of the bed.

Her slender figure was just enough to block out the light from the window, and the moonlight crowned her and cast her shadow on the wall like a deity.

Grace asked coldly, "Is this all you can do to warm the bed?"

I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could hear her cold voice becoming irritated. However, this didn't make people feel annoying. It made people feel like a cat that was annoyed.

His personality is as unpredictable as a cat's.

What's wrong with her?

"What do you mean?" - This is probably the word I said the most that day.

Grace's chest rose and fell rapidly, her slender fingers tightly grasped the quilt, and she squeezed out a request word by word, almost breaking out of her throat.

"Could it be..."

She paused here, and although her tone was calm, her condescending scarlet eyes were still oppressive.

But after seeing Grace's weak side, Afro simply classified her as a bluff.

Grace lost her deterrent power.

"Shouldn't you please me with your body when you warm my bed?"

Use your body to please?

But why would Her Royal Highness, who would frown uncomfortably whenever someone held her wrist, need someone to please her with her body?

Afro's originally drooping eyes opened slightly, and her clever little head discovered the bright spot almost instantly.

This was not exactly the same as when he helped her onto the bed before; no, it was not even exactly the same as when they first met.

Even if Grace denies it, the truth will be revealed from her behavior.

Feeling confident, Afro half-supported himself on the bed with his hands and asked calmly:

"How to please?"

"you……"

The frail princess took a deep breath. She struggled, and the shadow on the wall trembled slightly.

"come here."

Grace was in the shadows, so I couldn't see the expression on her face.

Afro could only do as he was told and moved over carefully, always keeping a proper distance from Grace.

Finally, when they were very close, she heard Grace lower her head, as if she had broken her bottom line, and ordered softly,

"I hold you in my arms as I sleep, that's how I warm the bed."

43. The clever little head finally got it

From the outside, Grace is a flawless beautiful girl.

Psychologically speaking, if she hated contact so much, how could she possibly do something to me?

There must be some unknown power that can make such a request.

She was almost certain in her heart, and Afro calmly sat in front of her like a duck, waiting for a hug like a wooden stake.

"Okay, I'll sit here, Your Highness Grace. If you have to have a reason to do this, I don't mind if they're all girls."

"But let me make it clear in advance that I don't like girls."