Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

……

The sleeping Grace only felt that she was surrounded by a warm body, and the conversation between two women vaguely rang in her ears.

"Is Grace still not up?"

"No, Your Highness Victoria."

"Then let me in."

"Your Highness..."

"It's okay, Grace won't mind."

Creak—the doors of the bedroom opened one by one, and then the sound of brisk high heels began to echo in the bedroom, and finally stopped suddenly in front of the bed.

thump.

The sound woke Grace, who was in a light sleep, completely up.

The vision in front of my eyes gradually became clearer from blurry darkness.

What comes into view is the girl's delicate and holy sleeping face, long eyelashes, and light breathing, which is warm and beautiful, making people unable to help but linger.

And now, he was being hugged by her in a very intimate way.

It was an ambiguous posture that almost buried his head in her chest.

Grace's body instinctively shrank back, but she heard a question with a hint of anger.

"Are you so close to Miss Afro?"

Grace looked up in surprise.

Victoria stood expressionlessly by the bed, looking down at him, her scarlet eyes gloomy and dark clouds covering her forehead, as if someone had taken away her favorite toy.

46. ​​Grace, come live with the emperor's sister

Not knowing where Victoria's possessiveness came from, Grace rubbed her sleepy eyes, pretended to be confused after waking up, and slowly climbed up from the soft bed.

This action undoubtedly woke up Afro who was hugging her tightly.

"Ok?"

The blonde nun held the quilt and looked up hazily, her eyes full of confusion as she didn't understand the situation.

Grace glared at her and told Afro not to talk nonsense.

Otherwise, I'm really afraid that Afro would be beaten up by the angry Victoria.

Well... although Afro seems easy to talk to, he still has a tough personality.

"Royal sister... I just want to talk to Afro tonight."

Grace was acting coquettishly towards Victoria while glancing at the situation in the palace out of the corner of her eyes.

On the left side of the princess bed was the floor that had been messed up yesterday and a ball of crumpled up waste paper.

It is really intriguing that he slept on the bed even though he had to sleep on the floor.

Victoria was wearing a white waist-hugging princess dress today, but underneath her slender and straight legs was a pair of familiar red high heels.

The function of high heels is only to beautify women's feet and slender legs, but they add an indescribable maturity to women.

How come Victoria is wearing the same shoes as...that person?

Isn't this a different world in the game? ! ! How could this be?

Grace's pupils dilated in panic. For the first time, she felt fear and terror. She tried to escape, her back against the head of the bed.

There was no room to retreat, she didn't dare look at Victoria's expression again, her Adam's apple rolled up and down nervously, her hands trembled slightly, and her stomach cramped and ached.

She looked at Victoria, with her dazzling blonde hair, red eyes, and a cold expression.

If she were described by a poet, she would definitely be a blooming Lycoris radiata, blooming on the other side of hell, beautiful and dangerous.

Would that woman look anything like Victoria?

Grace began to think about it for the first time, but she could no longer remember what the woman looked like.

That was so long ago, I can only remember this - she was very beautiful, liked to stick close to me all day, liked to hug me warmly from behind, then put her lips to my ears, kiss me or say some embarrassing love words.

No matter how you try to escape, the unforgettable past will always catch up with you, like a ghost hovering over your head and lingering around.

"What's wrong? Why are you so scared?"

The gloom on Victoria's face disappeared in an instant. She smiled softly, looking gentle and kind, and even rubbed Grace's head affectionately, explaining,

"My sister won't be angry because Grace has made a new friend. She's just a little sad. Will Grace's favorite person become someone else?"

"No, I still like the royal sister the best."

Grace lowered her head and answered in a low voice, like a weak lamb to be slaughtered.

There was no change in Victoria's expression. She glanced at Afro calmly, with no hint of aggression in her scarlet eyes.

"Ms. Afro, if you want to be a maid, you can't sleep with the princess. I hope you can understand the difference between the noble and the humble."

The arrogance and aura of the superior forcefully pressed in at this moment.

Victoria seemed to have an unnatural possessiveness over Grace.

Afro was keenly aware of this fact.

Of course, her clever little head had already seen through Victoria's aggressiveness towards her, so she got out of bed neatly and respectfully knelt slightly.

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria."

"I hope you can have a good chat with Her Highness Grace. I will take my leave first."

It was not until Aphrodite's divine voice sounded that Grace suddenly understood - this was a different world in the game that she had traveled to.

How could it be that woman?

Grace smiled self-deprecatingly. Having been involved in power struggles for so long, she was able to adjust her emotions very quickly. This was also the key to her success.

Victoria likes to be in charge, so give her the power and see what she wants to do.

"..."

Victoria watched Afro leave in silence until the door of the bedroom creaked and closed slowly.

There were only two people left in the bedroom. Victoria sat by the bed and covered Grace with a blanket. While tidying up her messy pajamas, she asked,

"What did you talk about with Afro?"

Grace understood that although Victoria's behavior was strange, the possessiveness she showed was real.

Of course, possession is not love.

It is normal to feel possessive about pets, toys, and even people who are pursuing you.

At least on the surface, Victoria is the person who cares about her the most and stands on her side for the time being.

"That is, Nurkic's matter."

"Do you like him that much?"

The hand that was adjusting her collar suddenly stopped, Victoria looked straight into her eyes, and suddenly asked in a heavy voice,

"Before, it was you who chose the Argerich family for marriage. There are so many young talents in the empire, but you chose someone who is not a direct descendant..."

Victoria seemed to really care about this matter. Grace grabbed Victoria's arm and emphasized her soft voice.

"Sister, I have lost my memory!"

"And I don't like Nurkic, I just want to find the truth."

Grace lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly.

"Because I was poisoned at the palace banquet... I'm very scared. Will the person who poisoned me send an assassin to assassinate me while I'm asleep next time?"

According to the maids' impression, this pitiful image is similar to Grace's original personality.

She deliberately played this weak side to Victoria.

Victoria's red eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips slightly raised, "That's easy, just come and live with me, I will protect you, my sister."

Grace's pupils shrank slightly, and alarm bells rang in her heart. She refused outright, "No."

You can't live with Victoria! The hunter's instinctive sense of danger issued a warning.

"why?"

Victoria's brows fell, and she seemed to be in a very sad mood.

"Do you hate my sister? Or do you not trust her?"

Grace blinked her eyes, she grabbed the quilt shyly and said:

"Sister, I am sixteen years old now..."

Victoria is flawless and smiles gently——

"You can live with your royal sister even if you are sixteen years old. I will protect you. Don't be afraid."

But what she did could not be questioned. She patted Grace's quilt and made the decision for the girl.

"I'll ask Anna to help you pack your personal belongings tonight, and you can come and live in my bedroom directly. No one in this world can hurt you anymore."

From those shining red eyes, Grace determined almost instantly that Victoria was of the same kind.

She was born to be a chess master, so she had to control the direction of each chess piece precisely.

Domineering and decisive.

Grace pursed her lips, her eyes sparkling, like a pitiful and fawning pet. She looked at Victoria cautiously and asked:

"Is it really possible?"

Then let’s try it - only at the closest distance can you see the ugliest side of a person.

"Yes."

Victoria touched Grace's head again, with a smile on her face.

"Grace can always trust the royal sister."

47. Send to Hell Personally

"By the way, how is your health?"

Victoria put her arm around Grace's shoulders again and looked her over carefully with concern.

"The doctor said it's fine."

"That's great. I got you a new treat."

After Victoria finished speaking, she stood up and walked towards the door. She talked quietly with the maid outside for a while.

Then she walked in slowly carrying a silver iron cage.

In the cage was a nearly snow-white cat, noble and beautiful.

Only its red vertical pupils were alert, and its whole body was curled up cautiously in a corner of the cage.

It should be a lively creature that can do whatever it wants, but it has completely lost its vitality.

The cat is very scared.

She looked so much like that woman, and behaved almost identically.

Not only did he bring himself home as a god, he also adopted the cat.

Grace looked at Victoria in disbelief.

She carefully traced down from the delicate and beautiful eyes, the tall nose, and the bright red lips, trying to piece together every facial feature with the person in her memory.

Because he had long lost his memory of that woman, the figure in his memory gradually overlapped with the woman in front of him, and in a trance, she seemed to have completely turned into Victoria.

how so? !

Grace's pupils continued to dilate and the light in her eyes disappeared. Her heart was pounding, and she broke out in a cold sweat. She was unable to speak for a long time.

"What's wrong? Grace doesn't like it?"