Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

"It's OK, but...thank you."

Grace thanked him politely, bowed her head slightly, took the glass and took a sip nervously.

The cherry-colored lips left a moist sheen on the rim of the cup, and the naturally drooping corners of the lips carried a cold and distant look.

But Afro just couldn't take his eyes away and stared quietly at the obedient Grace in front of him.

"Your Highness Grace, just eat more and it will be fine. It would be best if you get better soon."

There is a mysterious attraction between people, an attraction that transcends taboos and human ethics and possesses the miraculous power to move mountains and fill the seas.

Grace couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Afro thought of the lonely, crazy, and dazzling princess.

I feel really good when I have such a tamed and docile moment.

The girl sitting on the bed couldn't help but swing her calves comfortably, her gentle eyes locked on the girl who was eating slowly like a camera.

The atmosphere flows like sticky honey.

The burning look in her peripheral vision made one pay attention, and under someone's supervision, Grace took a few bites symbolically.

For the first time, she broke the boundaries for a girl who was as bright and clean as the spring breeze.

Afro didn't touch the sweet cream, but ate most of the white bread and tomatoes. Only then did he smile with satisfaction.

Time flies away in the cold winter wind.

We were almost done with lunch when we heard a faint noisy sound outside the window.

Ta-ta-ta! If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of a horse-drawn carriage speeding on the cobblestone road.

Grace didn't have to think about it, it was Victoria who came back.

Considering Victoria's unknown possessiveness, Grace was worried that Afro would be choked to death.

After all, Victoria has a strong desire to control all power.

Not wanting to make the innocent girl feel bad, Grace coughed lightly and winked at Afro.

"Afro... the royal sister is coming back, why don't you go back first."

"why?"

Afro paused slightly in clearing the plates, then turned around and asked.

Grace touched her slightly bulging belly and looked at her with disdain. Is this child a fool?

"She's always mean to you, don't you get annoyed?"

This is indeed the case.

"Hmm~"

Afro raised her delicate eyebrows to show off and nodded obediently, "Okay, since it is Her Highness Grace's request, I will agree."

"but!"

The girl changed the subject, bent down slightly, and deliberately leaned forward with her pretty face, nagging like a considerate and virtuous wife,

"I will continue to supervise Her Highness Grace's lunch tomorrow. This is a request you made! As a friend, you must eat up all the lunch I made for you, okay?"

"understood."

Grace put the back of her hand to her lips, cleared her throat, and responded coldly.

"You are so obedient, Your Highness Grace."

The nun did not come too close, but nodded, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, her eyebrows curved, and her voice as clear and pleasant as a wind chime.

"Then we'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow."

Afro said goodbye tactfully and walked away lightly, but Grace still wanted her help with something.

So she called out to Afro, "Wait a minute, Afro, can you help me get the paper and pen?"

Her steps paused in mid-air, her golden hair flying in excitement, and Afro turned back expectantly to meet Grace's invitation to stay.

"Ok?"

"I want to write something. Can you ask the maid outside to send it to my father for me?"

But all she was greeted with was Grace's indifferent request. Her brows drooped slightly in disappointment, and Afro sighed.

"Ok."

Afro took out a golden pen and a piece of letter paper from the desk by the window and handed them to Grace.

The current political situation is actually quite clear. Kevin is afraid of Andorra on the border, doesn't like Victoria, and it's even more impossible for him to appoint her as the crown prince.

Therefore, after the death of the eldest prince, he worked hard to support Karta to compete with Victoria.

Is there another candidate for the crown prince, or is it waiting for the younger prince to grow up? There is no way to know.

After all, he was only in his early fifties, and the magic level in the other world was enough to support him to live to seventy years old.

Grace lowered her head and thought for two seconds, then wrote a warm message in blue ink on the paper:

Father, are you still worried? Do you want to come and see your daughter Grace? She will be your sweetheart, Grace.

She folded the letter in half, put it in an envelope, and handed it to Afro.

In the field of interests, there are never fixed relationships between countries or between people, only common interests.

Grace wouldn't mind cooperating with someone with whom she has a blood feud if it can achieve the ultimate goal.

The more you endure and lie dormant, the more exhilarating the moment when the spring explodes will be.

……

The door opens and closes, old people leave, and new people come in like the breeze.

The red dress caught her eye, the strong scent of tuberose came clearly to her face, and Victoria strode to the bed with a strong attitude.

A gorgeous blooming Lycoris radiata is pinned to the side of the ear, with red lips and white skin contrasting, making her look enchanting and beautiful.

"Grace, are you feeling better?"

But the voice of concern that fell into my ears was exceptionally gentle.

Grace looked up at her, her eyes were bloodshot, and she seemed to have not slept all night.

"I'm much better now, don't worry, sister."

Victoria sat quietly beside the bed. She reached out to tidy up the hair around Grace's ears. "Have you had lunch? Do you want me to ask the servants to make you some salmon that you like?"

Although she instinctively felt disgusted by such intimate actions, Grace could only become a docile rabbit and let Victoria control her.

All you need to do is let the corners of your eyes and mouth droop together, and then focus your gaze on the pupils of the person you are talking to, and you can create a pitiful look.

Grace grabbed Victoria's wide red sleeves, playing the role of a caring quilted jacket, and asked:

"Royal sister... why do you look so tired? Are you worried about something?"

The red eyes, whose depth could not be seen, turned slightly. Victoria hesitated. She exhaled long from her nose, trying to find a reason for breaking her promise.

"The Ibro people in the northeast are in rebellion... In half a month, I will go to the northeast to quell the rebellion. By then, I may not be able to protect you..."

She patted the girl's shoulder and explained earnestly, "War will be cruel..."

"Royal sister, I only have one request, I hope you don't get hurt."

Grace pursed her lips, her beautiful eyes as pitiful as a little deer, and she pleaded in a low voice.

"Of course I'll be fine."

Rubbing Grace's head lovingly again, Victoria smiled gently and asked in a low voice,

"Grace, have you had lunch yet? Do you want me to eat with you?"

"Ate."

Victoria's dark red pupils narrowed, her facial expression changed slightly, and her smile became less harmonious.

"Um... with Miss Aphrodite? I just saw her in the hallway."

"Yes."

Grace didn't understand where Victoria's strange possessiveness came from. Maybe it was some kind of guilt in her heart? Or maybe it was the unhappiness after the toy was taken away?

But it is this inexplicable emotion that can be exploited.

Anyone with a bit of political acumen knows that one must submit a "pledge of allegiance" before joining a group.

Since Kevin wants to suppress Victoria a little, he will definitely get some secrets about Victoria from me.

Although she still doesn't know what Kevin wants, it seems that Victoria is not very wary of her now.

Victoria ordered with a gloomy face, "You are not married yet, so stay away from Argerich's people."

Like a puppet at the mercy of others, Grace blinked obediently and nodded vigorously.

"I see……"

A satisfied smile bloomed like a rose with thorns, and Victoria said "good boy" with loving eyes.

"Will my sister sleep with me today? I don't have much time to spend with you..."

She lowered her head again, gently pulled Victoria's sleeve, and pleaded softly.

"Of course." Victoria answered almost without thinking.

Children who lack a sense of security will always keep asking questions, and so does the character played by Grace. She continued to ask in a cautious tone,

"What about when you're dealing with official documents?"

"Also with the Imperial Sister."

That pitiful and lovely look was almost irresistible. Victoria gently embraced the petite imperial sister with her chest and whispered a promise in her ear.

"I will be with you every step of the way, so don't be afraid."

……

At six o'clock in the evening, the order for Emperor Kevin to have an audience spread throughout the Victoria Palace.

The blood-red setting sun hung high in the sky, and light and darkness achieved a strange harmony at this moment.

Grace half leaned quietly on the bed, listening to the footsteps outside the door, waiting for her first meeting with the emperor.

With a creak, as the palace door was gently pushed open, the strange father revealed his true face for the first time.

The emperor's facial features are firm and majestic. Although the years have left deep wrinkles on his skin, they cannot conceal his imperial aura.

He did not wear a crown, but traveled in simple clothes, with a thick red and white cloak draped over his black military uniform.

Just a casual glance can make people feel a deep and almost submissive aura.

As the door closed tightly, she saw an almost uncontrollable look of disgust on the face of the man called her father.

"What useless thing are you going to do this time?"

Kevin questioned impatiently in a deep voice.

That's disgust without reason.

After his daughter was stabbed many times, he didn't even care about her basic physical health.

It can be seen that Emperor Kevin is extremely indifferent to himself.

Grace secretly asked the servants the reason, but no one dared to answer.

For a man with such an iron-fisted political skill, all he had to do was get straight to the point.

"Father, good afternoon. Please forgive me for not being able to salute."

Grace ignored the vicious look, crossed her fingers in front of her stomach, maintained a kind smile, and said slowly, "This time I want to ask you to solve my worries."

"Relieve worry?"

Kevin raised his eyebrows in slight interest.

"Yes, Father."

Grace nodded obediently, her eyes calm and rational.