Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

Stupid Afro, why are you rushing here to get scolded?

When Grace thought of Victoria's gloomy and murderous expression during the confrontation yesterday, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Afro.

I can't stay in the study any longer.

Otherwise, with Afro's upright personality, if she was pushed to the limit, she would definitely fight with the sarcastic Victoria.

Grace stacked the two books neatly on top of each other on her shapely thighs.

The wheelchair began to spin again and headed out the door.

……

Victoria saw the innocent and kind-hearted Miss Aphrodite in the lobby of the palace, where there were huge sculptures.

She was wearing a white dress with a lotus leaf collar today, and her usually loose blonde hair was deliberately combed into the most dignified princess style.

A bouquet of deep red roses and rosy white tulips was gracefully held in her arms.

The flowers are close to my cheeks, and the smile on my face is more beautiful than that in spring.

But that smile faded a lot after seeing Victoria.

Dewdrops rolled on the blooming petals, she lifted her skirt and bowed slightly,

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Victoria."

Victoria stood on the high corridor, her dark blue skirt as gorgeous as the night sky, sparkling with a few tiny diamonds.

She placed one hand on the armrest, lowered her eyelashes, and looked down at Afro with the condescending attitude of a queen.

"I know that Miss Avro and Grace have a deep relationship, but Grace needs to rest after getting sick, are you right? Miss Avro?"

There were many other maids and servants in the palace, and Victoria didn't want to show her sharp and gloomy side.

"Um……?"

Afro blinked in confusion, then raised her head and answered loudly,

"Your Highness Victoria, I am here to complete the task you assigned to my brother. As you know, ordinary maids are not allowed to enter and leave the palace."

Victoria lowered her eyebrows coldly, narrowed her eyes meaningfully, and said sympathetically:

"Then you don't need to come tomorrow, because these schedules are too complicated."

Afro shook her head and said, "Your Highness Victoria, I am not here just to give you flowers."

"My brother was once a disciple of the legendary empire alchemist Master Daphne. He gave me an ancient potion this morning, saying that it can speed up bone healing along the magic lines."

Victoria exhaled a muffled breath from her chest, then raised the corners of her lips emotionlessly and said with a smile:

"Just give the potion to Grace's personal maid Sarah. Miss Afro doesn't need to worry about it."

Having said that, anyone with a little self-awareness should leave.

Afro, who had no sense of boundaries, refuted logically and had no intention of backing down.

"But... Your Highness Victoria, my brother said that the potion needs to be combined with special massage techniques..."

"I don't think... Sarah would..."

The holy and clear voice echoed in the hall, shutting out all of Victoria's code words.

Victoria raised her hand slightly, not intending to endure it any longer, and was about to speak.

There was a click, and the sound of someone going downstairs was heard at the corner of the stairs. The sound of something rolling in circles echoed in the front hall.

"Sister Imperial, Miss Afro, what are you discussing?"

A clear and cold voice came first. On the second floor stairs of the spiral corridor, Grace, who was supposed to be in the study, was carefully pushed to the platform by two maids.

Victoria looked back, and Grace's clear eyes first fell on Afro, and then slowly moved to herself.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Grace."

Afro took the lead, holding large flowers and bowing to Grace obediently.

Victoria, who was in a somewhat subtle state of mind, glanced at Afro thoughtfully, and then couldn't help asking,

"Grace, why are you out?"

Grace patted the books in her hands without revealing any flaws.

"It was too boring to be alone in the study, so I wanted to come down and take a look, and I just happened to see Miss Afro... coming."

Of course, she hesitated a little when she said the word "Aphrodite".

After all, the two sisters had just had a fight over Afulo, so it would always be a little subtle when they mentioned it again.

"..."

Victoria remained silent and said nothing.

She turned around, and Secretary Caroline, who was standing patiently at the side of the stairs, raised her head and looked at her. There seemed to be some kind of telepathic light floating in her glasses.

It was Afro who took the initiative, "Your Highness Grace, are you feeling better?"

"I'm recovering well."

Grace responded to Afro eagerly, paused slightly, then looked at Victoria and asked softly:

"But, sister, I heard from the maid that you are receiving Ambassador Cardin. Aren't you going to accompany them?"

This is a clear order to drive away customers.

As Grace said yesterday, forced control will produce special feelings, and Grace needs to be given some space to be alone.

If anything excessive is done, it won’t be too late to start with Miss Afro.

Determined to cut off this illicit emotion, Victoria's deep eyes turned slightly left and right, and after two seconds of thinking, she reluctantly spoke in a deep voice,

"Go...have fun."

When the time comes, Caroline will just have to arrange someone to keep an eye on them.

……

Afro handed the flowers to the maid and pushed the backrest of the wheelchair without saying a word. Grace also maintained a corresponding tacit understanding.

After passing through the long and narrow corridor, we finally arrived at the main door of the palace where he was resting.

The maids left, the door closed with a creak, and the wheelchair was pushed right in front of the desk where roses and tulips were placed.

Her nostrils were filled with the fresh scent of flowers, and Grace mistakenly believed that spring was coming.

However, Grace was sitting in a wheelchair and could not see Afro's expression clearly.

But judging from her heavy breathing and the silence she remained after the maids dispersed, she seemed very dissatisfied.

"What's wrong? Aphrodite?"

Grace couldn't help but turned her head and asked.

Afro's expression was completely different from the one she had just had downstairs. Her clean and pure eyes were slightly narrowed, with a hint of vigilance and dissatisfaction, as if she wanted to see something through her eyes.

She was still at the age of a young girl who was still childish, and she looked a little angry when she pursed her lips.

"..."

"Victoria was very unfriendly to you yesterday. Why are you here today? And you brought so many roses?"

Afro took a deep breath, as if he was suppressing his resentment.

"My brother asked me to give it to you."

"Ok?"

Grace's eyebrows rose and fell like waves, and she blinked in disbelief.

"Nurki gave it to me...?"

But her brows soon relaxed - it turned out that Afro was angry because she was about to become her "sister-in-law".

Although she will not really become my sister-in-law, Afulo will definitely be unhappy if I keep suppressing her with the identity of "future sister-in-law", and it is normal for her to have a rebellious mentality.

"whispering sound."

Grace sneered, pretending to be indifferent, took out a rose and threw it on the ground in disgust.

"I don't like this at all, and I tell him to stop pretending."

The rose whose thorns had been deliberately removed fell to the ground and trembled a few times, and Afro's heart and eyelashes also trembled.

Grace glanced at Afro out of the corner of her eye and found that she still had a stern face.

Her emotions were all written on her face. This was an open-book test, but Grace couldn't find a solution.

Why on earth was she angry?

Grace couldn't guess it, so she kept silent and didn't have the energy to guess.

The lace gloves stuck to the iron rim, and Grace turned gently and moved towards the bed.

The wheels stopped in front of the large goose down bed. Grace put her hands on the bed with great effort, intending to climb up by herself.

Reading a book for a while is better than silence.

"Um……"

Grace groaned, and with all her strength, she dug her hands deeply into the soft bed. Her cheeks turned pale, but she was unable to prop up her lower body.

His weak arms were simply unable to support his body.

Isn't this move that difficult?

Grace blinked in astonishment and disbelief.

"what……"

Suddenly, someone behind me let out a long sigh.

Afro didn't know when, but he walked behind him silently like a ghost.

Grace looked back.

The corners of Afro's mouth were still drooping, but her eyes were not as angry as before. Instead, there was a feeling of "I really can't do anything about you".

It was as if... I was just a little child in front of her who needed to be taken care of.

Grace's heart skipped a beat. What was going on? Her mental age was more than ten years older than Afulo's.

Neither of them spoke, causing Grace to struggle to support herself on the bed with her hands.

But because the forces act mutually, the wheelchair was about to roll out under the reaction force.

In two seconds, I would fall to the ground, and Afro was just standing there watching?

Is Afro a sinister person...?

Grace couldn't help but ask.

Finally, when the taut string was about to break, Afro finally chose to raise his hand and help Grace.

Soft arms wrapped around her thighs from the waist, and using the force, Grace easily climbed onto the large goose down bed.

"what……"

Grace finally breathed a sigh of relief. She subconsciously remained polite and said, "Thank you, Afro."

But Afro still did not answer. Instead, he slowly walked to the door of the bedroom and locked it with a click.

Why did she lock the door? Grace was puzzled.

86. Is Afro also a dark and sadistic person?

At that moment, the only reason Grace could think of to lock the door was that she needed to be on guard against Victoria.

Yes, Afro was severely scolded by Victoria yesterday.

It's normal to be cautious.

After several days of taming, Grace has gotten used to it and is now able to lie comfortably on the goose down bed, covering herself tightly with a winter quilt that is as thin as silk but warm.

She seemed to have returned to her cat's nest, leaning against the head of the bed and adjusting herself to a suitable posture. She continued to pick up the book she had not finished reading while secretly glancing at the silent Miss Aphrodite.

Afro was walking towards him with light steps, stepping on the reddish-brown cashmere carpet.