Please offer everything to Her Majesty the Princess

The candy lay in the white palm, and the colorful sugar coating looked dazzling under the glass light.

Grace glanced at it and said, "I don't eat any sweets."

"It would be rude to refuse."

Her almond-shaped eyes drooped suddenly, and Afro pursed her lips angrily and reminded her.

"Put it on the table."

Grace thought for a second, then pretended to pick up the reddish-brown book and gave instructions nonchalantly.

What an awkward idiot!

Afro felt an unknown emotion stirring in his heart, and glared at Grace with a slight complaint.

Unfortunately, Her Royal Highness only focused her eyes on the books.

But from the pink, tender and red earlobes, Afro glimpsed more secrets, and her thoughts instantly drifted away, wandering in pink delusions.

If only...if only Grace could be more honest.

Of course, I’m not as honest as in the dream… I just wish I could be a little gentler in my attitude towards others.

While reading a book, Grace reached out and quietly pulled the drawstring at the head of the bed.

Of course Afro knew what it was. Like a sheepdog that had discovered danger, she straightened up on the bed alertly and asked:

"Your Highness Grace, do you need to call the maid for anything?"

Grace didn't answer, so Afro moved his furry golden head closer and carefully observed the princess's expression.

The beautiful red eyes moved, and Grace deliberately raised the book higher to block Afro's sight.

Afro was like a naughty puppy jumping up and down. He crawled on the bed, changed sides and began to examine Grace again.

"..."

The reddish-brown cover of the book enlarged in front of Afro's eyes, and the special smell of paper and pen penetrated into her nose - Grace directly and readily put the book on Afro's face.

"If you like it so much, I'll give it to you for your viewing."

"dont see."

There was no way Afro could catch it, so the book naturally fell onto the soft mattress.

She leaned against the bed with her arms folded, shifted her gaze to the other side, and criticized in a low voice,

“How rude!”

The flushed face seemed to be more in line with the emotion of anger at the moment, but Afro couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips, which showed that she actually enjoyed this way of getting along.

“I am just that kind of person.”

Grace picked up the book again with her slender index finger. This time she was not reading the book, but looking at the closed door, waiting for Sarah's arrival.

No wonder she's so withdrawn! Afro looked at Grace sideways with resentful eyes.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the maid Sarah stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Does Her Highness Grace have any instructions?"

Under Afro's inquiring gaze, Grace said slowly:

"Sarah, go get two bottles of Amontillado sherry from the liquor cabinet."

"Yes, Your Highness."

It is a white wine with a relatively high Amontillado sherry content. The wine is dry and refreshing, with an elegant aroma. The imperial nobles are particularly fond of it, and almost every wine cellar will have two bottles.

This was not good news for Afro. She straightened up slightly, stared at Grace's profile, and frowned.

After the maid Sarah left and the door was closed, Afro coughed nonchalantly, and asked like a mother disciplining her child:

"Why do you drink before bed?"

"A little hobby."

Grace, who was reading a book again, leaned lazily against the head of the bed without even raising her eyes, and answered perfunctorily.

How can there be such a hobby!

Afro instinctively hated alcohol. She grabbed Grace's sleeve and said, "Alcohol... is a bad thing. You can't drink it."

Finally willing to look away, Grace looked at Afro tightly grasping the lace ribbon on the edge of her sleeve and asked:

"You goddess still doesn't allow believers to drink alcohol?"

"You can drink, but you can't get drunk."

"I didn't mean to make you drink."

Grace looked at Afro doubtfully, her eyes mixed with a hint of scrutiny, which made Afro feel a little guilty for some unknown reason.

She loosened the sleeves of Her Royal Highness, and with a slightly red face, she stammered,

"Your body can't handle alcohol...right now...you're recovering now,"

"Aphrodite, what position do you have to discipline me?"

Grace closed the book and asked with a fierce face,

"You can either watch me drink or drink with me."

Afro frowned anxiously, "I, I...can't drink."

"Then just watch me drink."

Grace made an irresistible choice, but Afro took a deep breath.

I felt like something was blocking my chest, as if Grace had ruled me out as an option.

The Rhine Empire advocates wine culture, and even elegant ladies of the empire must learn how to taste wine.

Because of his devout faith, Afro rarely drinks.

She cautiously glanced at Grace's indifferent profile with the corners of her mouth drooping.

I haven’t had a drink with friends yet…why not give it a try?

……

The maid, Sarah, moved quickly and brought out the brown bottle of Amontillado sherry and placed it steadily on the bedside table.

Sarah even opened the bottle cork on her own and poured the two of them glassfuls of crystal-clear golden wine.

Grace read a book while occasionally taking a sip from the wine glass with her skillful hands.

Afro found that ever since she declared in the bathroom that "she wouldn't like her", Grace seemed to have really kept a distance from her.

She leaned against the head of the bed, observing vaguely with her peripheral vision for a long time, and finally her delicate features wrinkled.

I feel inexplicably troubled and always feel that today shouldn't be like this.

It’s better to go to bed early.

Afro clutched the quilt sullenly, intending to get out of bed and go to the floor to rest early.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded after a long absence. Grace raised her beautiful eyes, gently shook the goblet, and softly invited,

"Wine...Would you like some drink?"

The red lips, moisturized by the crystal wine, have an alluring luster, as if they have the power to bewitch people.

As Afro watched, he remembered something and his cheeks suddenly became hot.

"..."

She walked over the girl muffledly and silently, leaned on the edge of the bed, and took down the other goblet.

"Ah……"

Hearing Grace's chuckle, Afro, like a defeated soldier who was stubborn, took a big sip of the drink in a show of bravery.

The bitter and pungent taste of alcohol almost deprived the tongue of its sense of taste, and it was so unpalatable that Afulo wanted to vomit.

She suppressed her discomfort, pretended to raise her goblet to Grace, and commented,

"not bad."

"Hmm? Really? Drinking before bed isn't actually bad, right?"

The long-lost ice and snow melted, and Grace slightly raised the corners of her lips and asked as if seeking approval.

"good."

Afro didn't feel the weirdness at all. She put down her wine glass with a snap, cleared her throat, and changed the subject:

"Your Highness Grace, last time you asked me about how to perceive magic, I have figured it out."

"Ok?"

Grace raised her head slightly and placed the wine glass on the bedside. Her red eyes, slightly tipsy from drinking, seemed to be patrolling the rippling water waves, which was particularly beautiful.

As if she was ignited by flames, Afro could no longer look into those eyes. She avoided their gazes and explained in a low voice,

"Because this is a special teaching material, it is not in the Magical Perception class."

Some people are extremely aggressive when they are in a state of excitement, but Afro looks like a young girl who could be swindled away at any time.

Afro's long eyelashes drooped, casting an ambiguous shadow on her slightly red face, making her look shy and ready to be picked.

Grace stared at him calmly for a long time before she suddenly realized what the girl was up to.

"Oh... so you weren't careless when you were studying."

"..."

Afro frowned somewhat unhappily, stared at Grace twistedly, pointed at the hand of Her Royal Highness, and asked softly,

"Your Highness Grace, please stretch out your hand."

"what happened?"

Grace did not act immediately, but turned around to get the lace gloves on the bedside table.

“No lace gloves!”

Afro's hurried voice interrupted Grace's actions. Her fingertips paused in the air. Grace turned around and looked at Afro in confusion.

"You need to interlock your fingers and connect to your magic lines. Then I will help you sense the existence of magic. If you have a talent for magic, you will feel a warm glow..."

"After that, as long as you can feel the magic flowing again, you can use magic. Of course, you need to go to the Magic Association to learn other magic."

Afro explained seriously while extending his slender white palm.

Her five bony fingers were stretched straight apart, and there was a suspicious blush on the girl's face.

If her palms hadn't been shaking slightly with nervousness, Grace would have thought that Afro was showing off how delicate and beautiful her hands were.

Grace felt this wonderful feeling and looked at Afro carefully for three seconds.

Those green eyes became wet as soon as they entered the bathtub, as if they were wet with water.

Not knowing what was going on, Grace slowly placed her hand on someone else's hand as if she was being tamed.

My body has been in contact with it many times, so it doesn't seem as disgusting as I imagined.

The moment it fell into the soft and delicate palm, it was held tightly like a treasure.

Grace saw the girl's pupils dilate slightly with joy, and then, their skin rubbed against each other, Afro forcefully spread her five fingers and invaded between their fingers with passion.

It was obviously a simple action, but because it was slow, it carried a certain inexplicable ambiguity and teasing.

Of course, Afuluo also felt this unusual anxiety, his heart was like being scratched by thousands of cat claws, and his mouth was dry.

She licked her lower lip, picked up the goblet beside her with her free left hand, and gulped down half of it as if trying to suppress some emotion.

"Well... Your Highness Grace, magic requires you to remain calm during the perception process."

Grace frowned subtly. Who on earth needs to meditate?

She saw through it but didn't say anything. Her body was more accustomed to Afro's touch than her heart. She and Afro were face to face and holding hands quietly.

Suddenly, a ball of light surged, and a fluorescent blue light surged from Afro's body, and began to flow through Grace's body along her tightly clasped hands.

A perceptible, slightly sour burning sensation traveled from my arms all the way to my heart, and my whole body seemed to be wrapped in the scorching sun of spring.

"How about it?"