Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Everything is going in a good direction.

Until in the dark night, the sleeping Grace slowly and quietly climbed out of the bed...

During the two years of negotiations with the Cardans, she was assassinated six times due to national hatred and family feuds.

Victoria experienced all forms of assassination, whether it was illusions, magic arrays, muskets, or sharp blades.

She developed a habit of light sleep, and even the slightest noise would wake her up.

Like a female leopard ready to pounce, Victoria opened her eyes sharply in the darkness.

What is the imperial sister going to do now? Didn't she break her ankle?

Victoria's hidden doubts completely exploded amid the pounding sound of her heart.

Human ears can tell directions, and the sound of feet hitting the floor gradually faded away, clearly heading towards the desk.

Is it...?

Some incredible idea was born in my mind.

The deadly sense of danger given by the person next to you is like a cold poisonous snake coiling around your neck, or like an opponent pressing you step by step on the chessboard, giving you a kind of pleasure that is hard to give up even while you are suffocating.

With light and shallow breathing, footsteps slowly walked towards me.

She stopped beside the bed, and through her closed eyes Victoria could clearly hear the girl's shallow breathing.

Then, a soft palm was placed on his cheek.

The cold touch, the silent atmosphere, and the special sense of crisis make people nervous and excited to the point of going crazy.

Is the imperial sister going to reveal her true face?

Victoria closed her eyes, her body tensed, feeling the smooth skin moving across her cheeks like a lover.

Then, the sound of breathing gradually became stronger, and the hot, fresh fragrance of the girl wrapped herself warmly.

Closer and closer, and then unexpectedly, something unusually soft timidly pressed against the peak of the lips.

The movement was as fast as an insignificant breeze.

! ! ! ! ? ? ? ?

This is forbidden incest! It turns out that the secret of the imperial sister is... does she like herself?

a bolt from the blue.

All her thoughts seemed to be shattered by a hammer, and Victoria could no longer think.

She suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed Grace's wrist forcefully.

How could the emperor's sister do this? How could she do such an incestuous thing?

The emotions in my heart cannot be described by any words; they are a mixture of forbidden, inhumane, and vague emotions.

The past flashed back like a bubble covered with a halo, and Victoria thought of countless intimate pasts at this moment.

Help her bury the dead rabbit, take her to plant flowers in the imperial garden, and read childish fairy tales to her before bed.

Before leaving, she was in tears and looked reluctant.

This is the most terrifying purgatory in the world. My body suddenly felt a piercing anger and discomfort.

"What are you doing! Grace Lane?"

The first time Victoria called out her sister's full name, she felt her throat burning, as if it was covered with sulfuric acid.

She looked at the girl in disbelief.

Grace stood under the moonlight, her snow-like temperament matching the coldness of the pure white winter moon.

The snow broke and melted, and the girl's cherry-colored lips trembled continuously, "Imperial sister, I..."

Grace retreated tremblingly, finally stumbling, her frail figure shaky and on the verge of collapse.

not good!

Victoria quickly pulled Grace forward and placed her soft body in her arms.

"I'm sorry, sister... I'm sorry, sister... I... I..."

The girl leaned on his shoulder and murmured softly, like a shivering lamb, "I'm sorry..."

Those forgotten times flashed back before Victoria's eyes once again, when eight-year-old Grace lost her mother.

In the same moonlit night, I covered the cold heart of a child with a light hug.

But why did it become like this?

Victoria couldn't believe what was happening and was extremely confused, but she still gently patted the girl's trembling back to comfort her.

The cold and clear voice of the girl beside me trembled rarely.

"Imperial sister...I'm sorry, please don't hate me."

Victoria was as distraught as she was when she chose to hand the poisoned wine to Grace.

Life is wonderful. Many times, we are lost in absurdities and trivial matters and reach the end.

Compared to the life and death in the power struggle, this kiss is nothing.

But the weight it brings is unbearable in the heart, making it hard to breathe.

Victoria looked up at the cruel moon tonight, felt her slightly cold body, and made up her mind.

This unethical emotion must be cut off!

She thought she would never forget this crazy night.

But Victoria said the opposite from her throat.

"Grace... let's just pretend that what happened today never happened. My sister forgives you."

"I'm sorry, sister, I just... I just..."

Her arms were tightly wrapped around her body, as if she was afraid of losing her. Grace's voice was as shaky as her faith.

"Royal sister, please don't hate me. Let's just stay the same as before... okay?"

The two of them hugged each other in the same posture when they met again, but at this moment, on the invisible other side, Grace raised the corner of her mouth in contempt and gloom.

"it is good……"

Victoria didn't know with what kind of numbness she had when she said such a word.

Can we really go back to the past?

Suddenly, she remembered that the girl's ankle was in a state of comminuted fracture...

"Don't get out of bed until your ankle is healed. Aren't you afraid of the pain?"

Victoria complained to herself as she reached under Grace's arms, picked her up, and placed her safely on the bed.

The girl pursed her lips stubbornly and turned her face away in fear and terror. In the bright moonlight, Victoria could clearly see the tension on Grace's face.

"And today... just treat it as a dream and forget everything when you wake up..."

Victoria instructed softly, covering Grace securely with the blanket.

Grace's beautiful red eyes, exactly the same as her own, stared at her from beginning to end in the darkness.

I don’t know what she was thinking, but her white fingers were tightly grasping the sheets, and I could imagine how nervous she was.

"Okay, it's okay, go to sleep."

Victoria turned over, lying on her side in the quilt, but deliberately keeping a distance.

On the wide princess bed, there was an unbridgeable gap between the two of them.

"Goodnight, Grace."

A soft voice came from the darkness, "Good night..."

Grace wrapped herself in the quilt, her red eyes shining as brightly as stars as she looked lost in thought.

Victoria is too cautious, so we have to think of other ways to gain her trust.

The girl's face was gloomy, and then she rubbed her moist lips vigorously with her index finger, trying to erase the disgusting feeling from herself...

So disgusting.

……

This time, Victoria felt very sad sleeping in the same bed with her sister. The sorrow in her heart overcame her physical fatigue, making it impossible for her to enjoy a peaceful night.

In accordance with the biological clock, wake up at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Victoria opened her eyes in the darkness and got out of bed carefully, trying not to disturb Grace.

As usual, she washed, changed her clothes and had breakfast in her maid's attire.

But no matter how Victoria numbs herself, she can't change the facts.

She would always think of the kiss with different meanings over and over again.

At the same time... I also remembered how the imperial sister drank that cup of poisoned wine.

He was so distracted that he could barely hold the milk, and it spilled over half of the table.

When Grace was still asleep, she was absent-minded even when she went to handle official business.

In order to avoid someone, Victoria deliberately chose a quieter and more remote study.

Victoria sat at the desk with a dazed look in her eyes, the tip of her golden fountain pen resting on the clean document paper.

The seeping ink stains spread outward layer by layer, like indescribable emotions.

"Your Highness...you seem absent-minded today?"

I don't know when a clear female voice came to my ear.

"what……"

Victoria turned her head and saw a woman with brown hair, blue eyes and a maid outfit - it was her secretary, Miss Caroline.

She capped the pen nervously and asked, "Caroline, when did you come in?"

Caroline stepped forward to stack the new documents on top of the old ones, bowed to Victoria, and explained,

"Your Highness, I've always been here. Is there anything in particular that's troubling you?"

Victoria also knew that this kind of thing was difficult to talk about and very tricky for anyone to deal with.

She took a deep breath in confusion, rubbed her temples, her deep red eyes turned around, and she slightly opened her lips.

"…Um, I have a close friend…"

"His brother gets up in the middle of the night just to secretly kiss his brother. How do you think this kind of relationship should be handled?"

Caroline's eyebrows slightly raised. At this time, close friends usually assume that they are the ones who matter.

But as a secretary with high emotional intelligence, she shouldn't show any emotions.

So she just kept calm and suggested,

"It depends on what your friends think. Like it or not."

Victoria held onto the back of her chair impatiently, eager to get an answer from an outsider, "What if you just want to maintain family ties?"

"Then cut it off as soon as possible."

Victoria tapped her toes on the wooden floor irritably, eager for further answers.

"I know I should cut it off, but what if she is the kind of person who can't survive if she cuts off this emotion?"

Caroline thought for two seconds, then said slowly in a serious voice,

"Your Highness, do you know about the baby bird complex? A newly born bird will regard the first creature it sees as its mother."

"The overly gentle side can give rise to a hazy and beautiful emotion, which people call love."

"So why not show your best friend's terrible side to her...brother. And at the same time get to know her better and understand why she likes your best friend."

"Then find her an emotional home, cut off the connection of love cleanly and purify it into family affection."

"Is this so...?"

Victoria thought carefully about Caroline's opinion, then she looked into the secretary's eyes curiously and asked,