Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Nameless anger instantly ignited her red eyes, and Victoria only felt an emotion called betrayal and deception.

"What are you doing?"

She suppressed her emotions, gently closed the door, and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Highness Victoria, we..."

Before Afro could explain something, the imperial sister gently touched her with her thin calf.

It seemed like he was telling her to stop talking.

"Royal sister, we are reading."

Grace didn't dare to look at herself, so she silently covered her face with the hardcover book and explained in a sullen voice.

"Does this posture need to be used when reading?"

Victoria glanced at the two people who were getting close to each other with a sharp and gloomy look, and stood at the door coldly questioning them.

81. Victoria, wait for the crematorium!

Victoria didn't believe Grace at all.

When she just entered the room, she even saw Afro's hand affectionately placed on the imperial sister's waist.

Yes, if it was between two women, such intimacy would not be a big deal.

However, the kiss from last night was still vivid in my mind, making the intimacy at this moment a blatant irony.

Even though they saw it with their own eyes, the two of them still maintained their overlapping posture, like overlapping dragonflies flying together.

"Royal sister, it's because my ankle is broken that I asked Afro for help."

Grace explained carefully from behind the obscured book.

But no matter how you explain it, the fact that cannot be changed is Afro's expression at this moment.

The smile on her face was stiff and innocent, like a lousy stage actor who received no applause.

The more Afro did this, the more ridiculous Victoria felt her behavior was.

"Grei."

Victoria called out the girl's name word by word. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall, still maintaining the steady demeanor of an eldest sister.

In fact, the dark red pupils were staring sharply at Afro, and the nameless anger in his heart was growing wildly.

"If you want to read a book, just ask Miss Afro to take it down from the shelf for you. Why do you have to use this posture?"

She criticized him mercilessly, "You are just like a country woman, you are not prudent and you are really a disrespect to the etiquette of the nobility."

Of course, this sentence was said to Afro.

The two of them were sitting in a very ambiguous posture. Grace felt a hint of burning anger in Afro's gradually becoming heavier breathing.

"What's wrong? Are you still reluctant to let go?"

With unfriendly attitude written almost directly on her face, Afro lowered her eyelashes and maintained patience in her clear eyes.

When Afro was young, he moved from the rural Rubal to the imperial capital of Klein. The naturally exclusive upper class had an almost instinctive contempt for the country nobles.

In her early years, she was always called "a country girl from a remote area" by her classmates in the church school.

Victoria was going too far. Afro gritted his teeth and felt upset.

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria, I will put Your Highness Grace back to bed now."

But in the end she just responded quietly.

Putting her hands through the slender and soft waist, Afro turned the cat-like light and cute princess 90 degrees in her arms, intending to carry her back to the bed in a princess-like manner.

Maybe he was used to the contact, or maybe he didn't want to take advantage of such a pure and innocent Miss Afulo and make her sad again.

Grace covered her flushed cheeks with a reddish-brown book, leaned close to Afro's soft female chest, and as usual, gently pinched the girl's arm with her armpit, and whispered to comfort her,

"Afro, don't pay attention to what the royal sister says, and try to remain submissive and silent."

Afro is actually used to it.

But because of her friends' concern, Afro felt much better. She lowered her head slightly, and a warm and clean smile bloomed on her fair face.

"Yeah... I see. Actually, it doesn't matter to me."

Dong, dong, dong. The crisp sound of heels hitting the floor echoed in the room and got closer and closer.

At the same time, Aphrodite's steady steps suddenly stopped.

The sunlight escaping from the window became dim at this moment, as if something was blocking the way forward.

Grace frowned, she put the book down and saw Victoria's beautiful and plump breasts wrapped in black lace.

Further up was a face darker than the moonless night.

Victoria was furious.

Grace raised her eyebrows, just wanting her anger.

Vulnerabilities exist only when there are emotions, don’t they?

"Give me."

Victoria ordered coldly, snatching herself from Afro's arms in an almost predatory manner, and Grace also came to another softer embrace.

The scent at the tip of my nose changed from the rich and pleasant gardenia to the elegant and noble tuberose.

Grace glanced at Afro, her brows drooping with a hint of loss and grievance, and also glanced at the imperial sister who had shed her childishness and matured.

The smooth jawline completely outlines the delicate contours of the woman's face. The corners of Victoria's lips droop unhappily, suppressing her inner nature like a tyrannical beast.

Danger and an invisible sense of oppression are looming in our faces, and now all that’s missing is a tiny spark to start a raging fire.

Grace struggled hard in Victoria's arms, her weak limbs flapping like a chicken, as if she had encountered a disgusting bug.

"Royal sister! Do I have to follow noble etiquette even when I am with my friends in private?"

Regardless of whether the imperial sister heard the conversation between him and Afro or not, he was now igniting the flames, and an angry and puzzled voice uttered dissatisfaction from his throat:

"Royal sister! Let me go!"

Victoria took a deep breath, her jaw moved patiently, and her arm, which had been trained in swordsmanship, easily and firmly held the girl's arm.

Without saying a word, she half-knelt down and placed Grace safely on the bed, then covered her with a blanket.

"Sister, I don't understand!"

Victoria curled her lips and smiled, put her index finger close to her lips, and warned Grace to shut up with a sharp look.

"By the way, Miss Aphrodite."

She stood up neatly, her face looking extremely calm, and she looked at Afro coldly with the royal attitude of looking down on the common people.

"I remember that your father, Mr. Coran Argerich, was awarded the title of Marquis, right?"

The atmosphere in the air was as serious as a court trial, and you could hear a pin drop. Afro looked at Grace on the bed cautiously and tentatively.

But during this moment, Victoria suddenly raised her voice.

"Speak! Afro."

The questioning voice spread throughout the room like a loud bell, and the sharp gaze pierced straight into Afro's eyes like a dagger.

"As an imperial noble, you are obliged to answer questions from members of the royal family, or you will be punished with twenty lashes."

"Queen!"

Grace's anxious voice stopped Victoria from asking further questions, and at the same time continued to add fuel to the flames.

"Miss Afro and I were both stabbed in the illusion. She saved me at the critical moment of life and death. How could you torture her in that tone?"

Victoria stared back at Grace, her face cold as she spat out ruthless words, "Feelings are feelings, and etiquette is etiquette."

"Yes, Your Highness Victoria."

Afro answered frankly.

Receiving an affirmative answer, Victoria took a step closer to Afro, her voice as cold as steel, suppressing the anger within.

"I'm asking you - Miss Afro Argerich."

"For a distinguished member of the royal family, is it okay for a marquis' daughter like you to touch her at will?"

"Answer me—Afro Argerich!"

Afro was not afraid at all. She raised her head and took a step forward, responding in a stern voice,

"Your Highness Victoria, Her Highness Grace asked me to do this. I am just fulfilling my noble duty."

The part of the saint's character that is tenacious and fearless of imperial power is like a bright pearl, sparkling and blooming.

Grace, who was watching the show nearby, was stunned and her pupils shrank sharply.

What kind of fool is Afro?

Why are you still adding fuel to others' anger?

Isn’t she afraid of being beaten?

Grace glanced at her frighteningly calm sister, clasped her arms tightly, raised her heroic eyebrows, and looked as cold and ruthless as a bug that scorned death.

It seems to be about the same.

"Ms. Afro Argerich!"

Grace's clear voice quickly stopped the two people from arguing with each other. She grabbed Victoria's rose-red lotus sleeves and deliberately said to Afro at the highest volume,

"I hope you can go back to where you belong now. Stay here for today!"

At the same time, Grace tried her best to wink at Afro and signal her to get out quickly.

Afro blinked rapidly. As a smart person, her green eyes immediately understood Grace's meaning.

"As you command, Your Highness Grace."

The blonde girl lifted her skirt and bowed slightly to the two princesses, then whispered,

"Oh, by the way, I have entrusted the potion to the maid Sarah. Your Highness Grace, remember to drink it. I will take my leave now."

"alright, I got it."

After getting Grace's response, Afro walked away slowly. When passing Victoria, their eyes met fiercely in the air.

Inexplicably, the silence was filled with the sound of swords and sabers.

Victoria frowned and stared at the golden figure's back intently, until - bang, the bedroom door closed quietly and the room returned to silence, then she slowly withdrew her gaze.

The wide lotus-root sleeves were hanging down, and Grace didn't know when she let go of her tightly grasped hands.

Victoria had a blank expression on her face. She sat quietly and peacefully beside the bed, showing her gentle concern.

"Is your ankle feeling better?"

The bedroom was very quiet, so quiet that even the faint winter breeze outside the window became a noisy sound.

In this tranquility, Grace only felt a sudden sense of coldness.

The inexplicable possessive desire was like a poisonous snake wrapped around the neck and waist, slowly tightening and suffocating.

not enough!

Victoria calmed her emotions, but what Grace needed was an explosion of irrational control.

Only people like Victoria would make decisions that are not in line with common sense.

"Royal sister, Miss Afro just came - to give me a special potion to heal my ankle."

Grace lowered her head obediently, like a docile sheep, and softly argued for Afro with her eyes downcast.

"I hope you won't pick on her anymore. She's a very good person."

Victoria sat on the edge of the bed and gently tidied the hair around Grace's ears.

"I'm not targeting Afro, but this palace is very dangerous."

Grace held the "Witch Subjugation Record" in her arms and deliberately shrank back to avoid the white and tender hand.

"Miss Afro is not a dangerous person. She protected me in a dangerous moment. If it weren't for Miss Afro, I would probably have died in the illusion."