Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

So, when Grace raised her voice and asked loud questions while holding the poisoned wine, she never stopped her.

Even if he told Grace at that time that he would send someone to develop an antidote, it would be useless, because at a time of lack of trust, anything else would seem too hypocritical.

Be suspicious of everything and stay indifferent to everyone - this is the life rule that Victoria has learned in her 24 years of life.

So Victoria gave up her family ties and turned into a demon.

……

On a winter morning, the leaves of the ancient evergreen trees outside the window have all fallen, leaving only dry branches.

In this cold weather where everything is withering, the harshness is mixed with solemnity, and a storm is about to come.

In Victoria's study, on the desk facing the garden, thick documents were piled up like a mountain.

The lacquered secret letter was opened, and on the white paper, written calmly in black and white were words that could change the situation in the entire country.

——"Your Highness, the document jointly signed by 32 ministers of state has been submitted."

Victoria leaned half-way against the window, her eyes lowered, her red gaze cast gloomily on the toy that was conspicuous beside the desk, recalling everything that had happened in the past.

On the metal base, there is a little man with his hands raised high in a ballet posture, ready to dance. The spring of the base is completely broken, and the little man can no longer dance with the sound of clacking footsteps.

The magic patterns engraved on it that marked the illusion could no longer be connected, indicating that the illusion had been completely destroyed.

Victoria didn't sleep the whole night, and her inner worry and anxiety had completely turned into fatigue on her face.

She held the hilt of the sword at her waist, feeling extremely bad.

She didn't dare to sleep. She didn't dare to think - if she hadn't been at the banquet last night with Duke Surik's lover, Lady Daisy, discussing Cardin's trade routes until late at night.

Then...it is very likely that I will be the one being assassinated today.

Grace once again defended herself from an assassination attempt.

In the end, is it lucky or unlucky?

If Karta's poisoning could be considered as his being well-informed, this time it was like an advance warning of the joint document on the succession.

The intricately carved windows were opened wide, and Victoria let the cold wind blow on her face, clearing her self-awareness.

She exhaled a puff of white smoke in the cold wind with a look of disappointment. Fortunately, the imperial sister is in good condition now...

Knock, knock, there was a polite knock on the door.

Victoria was pulled out of her deep thoughts, she turned and said, "Come in."

The door of the study opened, and the maid slowly folded her hands in front of her belly and bowed, respectfully reminding,

"Your Highness Victoria, His Majesty summons you to an audience."

Victoria nodded, "Okay, take me to change into a formal dress."

"Yes, Your Highness, please follow me."

This will be a fateful moment.

The bigger the wind and waves, the more you should maintain your elegance and calmness, and this is also true now.

Victoria glanced at the floor-length mirror on her left, calmly adjusted her collar, took a deep breath, and then walked out of the room.

……

At the same time, Afro knocked gently on the golden door.

It took a long time for the feeling of being touched by the cuteness to calm down, and the sound of gurgling water gradually became faint in the empty room.

Afro pursed his lips to smile and asked softly, "Your Highness Grace, are you okay?"

The sound of labored breathing could be heard through the golden door, and a rustling sound was heard in the silent space.

Not until all the difficult actions were completed did the clear and cold voice come from the door.

"Okay."

Afro, who had been on standby, was finally able to open the golden gate as ordered by Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Creaking, what came into view was Grace sitting upright on the toilet, her cheeks tinged with a strange blush on her pale face.

Even though she was in a weak position and still as cold as frost, Afro could still see through the loveliness emanating from her soul at a glance.

Spending any second with Grace now, she couldn't help but smile. Afro's beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit, and she spread her arms and asked softly,

"Then I will continue to hold Her Highness Grace?"

Grace took a deep breath, her brows drooping in annoyance, but she didn't intend to say anything else, only a faint "hmm" to express her agreement.

Afro could probably guess what she was saying - why are you smiling so happily?

Holding the girl's soft body in his arms again, Afro felt even better.

Her curved eyebrows are like a bridge of joy, and her footsteps are as light as a fluttering butterfly.

Grace cursed loudly in her heart - it was like sticking out your tongue, an excited pet dog! ! How shameful!

She accepted it calmly, but couldn't help covering her eyes with her slender arms like crabapple branches, while giving orders in a cold voice.

"Today...Afro, you should go back to Argerich for recuperation."

The girl walked steadily through the spacious palace corridor. Before Afro could say anything, she saw Her Royal Highness Victoria in front of her, wearing a gorgeous crimson dress and with a serious expression.

The two people's eyes met in the air.

Victoria first glanced at Grace in her arms in confusion, then her brows furrowed, her pupils trembled slightly and became gloomy, and finally turned back to the front with an extremely complicated look.

After that, she headed in the opposite direction and never deviated from her course.

Mountains, rivers, and stars are hung on both sides of the corridor - the Rhine Empire was painted by painters of various art schools with soft brushstrokes.

Seeing that Afro didn't answer for a long time, Grace gently pinched the nun's arm with the popliteal fossa behind her knee.

"Aphrodite! Are you listening to me?"

After exchanging a glance with Victoria, Avro slowly came back to his senses, "Huh...?"

"You have to go back even if you don't want to. You should have a nun activity tomorrow, right?"

Afro gently pushed open the door of the bedroom, stepped on the red velvet floor, and replied, "Yes..."

She knew that Grace was a little shy, because with Her Royal Highness's personality, if she didn't like someone, she would say it directly instead of beating around the bush like she was doing now.

Also pay special attention to your own feelings.

Grace, she's so awkward that she's cute.

Her heart seemed to be melting in a honey pot. Afro couldn't help but gently comfort the girl in her arms.

"Your Highness Grace, it's nothing, actually, there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's really cute."

The word cute seems to have hit someone's minefield accurately.

Grace thought of the woman's figure almost instantly.

The woman who picked him up on a rainy night also liked to say such words during their intimate moments and when they were whispering in each other's ears by the bed.

That person... that person!It's just a straw for a drowning person, no matter who you are!

So if I don't like her, it's impossible for me to like her again.

So it’s okay if others call me cute.

The same words caused Grace to have a PTSD stress response. Her body trembled slightly and her calm breathing became disordered, repeating over and over in her mind.

After repeating this several times, his heaving chest finally slowly calmed down.

But Afro's behavior did cross the line.

Grace took down her arm that was blocking her eyes with disgust. She clenched her fist, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with a cold face:

"Afro, do you really think we have a good relationship?"

"if not?"

Afro looked confused. No, it was her overconfidence that led to the doubt.

She even lifted Grace's body up to show off, her eyes widened in disbelief, "You are like a good little baby in my arms now. Is this kind of relationship still not good?"

As Afro spoke, under the girl's surprised and disgusted gaze, he placed the delicate Grace safely on the bed, and at the same time carefully covered her with the quilt, patting it gently as if he was really treating a child.

At the same time, she leaned her head towards the beautiful face of the princess, smiled brightly, and said frankly,

"Or is Her Highness Grace afraid of being praised for being cute?"

This guy... is getting more and more demanding. Grace gritted her teeth and her eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

Afro took in the girl's expression with a smile on her face. After doing all this, she obediently retreated to the bed and sat down, waiting for orders like a dog.

Grace sighed, not wanting to argue with her anymore. She pinched the quilt with her slender fingers, keeping her mood calm and expressionless like a stiff doll, and said:

"You, help me investigate someone when you go back, Nora Francis."

"Nora Francis? Is she from the Francis family?"

Aphrodite asked curiously.

"She should be. Judging from her clothes, she should be a noble lady or something like that."

Thinking back to Nora who stole her earrings, Grace couldn't help but frowned and glanced at Afro.

Now that I need Nora, I can't really give the job of personal maid to Afro.

I feel like she... will take advantage of me. Afulo, who is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, will probably do something beyond my expectations.

"Aristocratic lady?"

One side of Afro's eyebrows was raised slightly and strangely, just like a dog raising its tail after noticing something unusual.

Grace didn't care. She nodded and ordered, "Yes, bring her to the palace after you find her."

"Why? Is it necessary?"

Afro kept asking with a weird expression on his face.

Grace did not intend to hide this from Afro, she explained frankly:

"Because I need her to be my personal maid."

Afro's brows finally dropped to the lowest point, the corners of her mouth drooped, and her expression was so strange that Grace couldn't describe it.

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The imperial sister is actually a very complicated character.

In fact, he has been secretly protecting the former Fifth Princess. Otherwise, she would have died long ago considering her father's lack of love and her mother's numerous enemies.

The complexity of the conflict between humanity's undying conscience and the ruthlessness of those in power is the highlight of this character.

I personally quite like this kind of complex characters, and I hope everyone can look at it rationally.

72. Afro's strong counterattack! Win!

There were only two people in the quiet bedroom. In order for Grace to rest in peace, the maids deliberately minimized the sound of their footsteps.

The quieter it is, the more it will make people think about random things.

Afro felt very awkward now, and his originally floating mood began to calm down.

I can't understand! Didn't Grace ask me to be a maid?

Why do you suddenly want someone else to replace you?

"Why do you want her to be your personal maid? Can't I do that?"

Joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were all written on her face. Afro opened his eyes slightly unwillingly and pointed at himself.

At the same time, the slender white legs resting on the edge of the bed couldn't help but began to rub anxiously.

"unnecessary."

Her Royal Highness rejected the proposal cleanly and decisively, half lying on the bed with her fingers crossed in front of her stomach, her posture elegant and her expression indifferent.

The overly pale cheeks showed the weakness of battle damage, the chin was slightly raised, and the slender neck was exposed in white, just like a broken but proud swan with broken wings.

"In the illusion, we only exchanged lives. If you feel guilty because of my injury, it is unnecessary."

Her eyes and words were like sharp blades, drawing an invisible dividing line in the intimate space.