Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Afro happened to be looking at him at this moment, and his clean and holy face suddenly turned red like blood.

The eye contact was like an electric shock, causing Afro to grab his heart and lower his head in panic.

A relic, a relic, a relic?

Grace...gave her deceased mother's belongings to herself...and said they looked like her own eyes?

This only love, the only pair of earrings, this love that represents destiny, a unique treasure.

Her heart was pounding and her earlobes could not help but feel hot in a teasing way. Avro pinched the wrinkled quilt with her nervous fingers.

He lowered his eyes and ran away in panic, but at a casual glance, he discovered a suspicious colorful icing between the two pillows.

Sugar coating?

Isn't it a dream?

That... after forcefully kissing Grace, the reward given to her... seems to be sugar-coated, right?

So that dream yesterday... was it true?

Avro only felt as if he had fallen into a drunken state again, his whole body was hot, like a kettle about to evaporate, and something was about to come out of his heart.

Why did I kiss Grace?

She raised her head tremblingly and looked at Grace impatiently. The string of reason was stretched to its peak, as if it could be broken at any time.

Do I really like Her Royal Highness?

100. What if I’m not Grace?

"No need to look for it, I know where it is."

Grace leaned on the head of the bed and answered confidently.

Avro looked at Grace in a daze. When she woke up in the morning, Her Royal Highness's silky hair was slightly messy, which gave her originally cold face a touch of human cuteness.

The burning blush spreads to the entire cheek like a creeper,

"Yes, Your Highness Grace. Are you going to tie flowers on your hair for decoration today? If so, which one will you choose?"

Following the maid's words, Afro couldn't help but cast his eyes on the carefully tended roses and tulips.

The slender index finger pointed at the delicate profile of the face. Grace was in Avro's field of vision against the glow of the sun, flickering in and out of dreams, like an unreachable existence in a misty dream.

"Choose today..."

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly, Grace hesitated to speak, her bright and clear red pupils stared at herself, the twinkling waves dancing like stars.

They looked at each other like an electric shock, causing a dangerous red light to flash through their minds.

In the traditional culture of the Rhine Empire, men cannot easily offer flowers to women.

At traditional aristocratic banquets, adult unmarried men can only wear a bright and delicate flower on their chest and give it to the woman of their choice.

If a woman also likes a man, she will put flowers in her bun to reciprocate the same feelings.

Grace!she!she!she!Do you not understand or do you not know?

Avro quickly turned away and looked at the copper-gold standing clock on the left with his crooked head.

Tick, tick, the seconds are steady, but the heart, soaked in ambiguity, has an uncontrollable rhythm, as if it is fleeing in a panic.

"Aphro, what are you doing?" - Grace's pleasant words came into her ears as red as blood jade.

Avro turned his head carefully, his eyes still as beautiful as rubies.

Then, the delicate cheeks that had always remained cold and ruthless, not knowing what the sun was, were slightly raised by two points, as if they were obeying their own orders.

It's subtle, but you can get a glimpse of the true heart.

Grace showed a rare smile that was exactly the same as in the "dream", "Do you have any good suggestions?"

It turns out that what she said...did she remember it in her heart?

Avro was in a daze, she knew what a sincere smile was.

Although the distance between them is still very far, Avro feels that the distance is gradually getting closer.

It used to take a thousand steps, but now it only takes a hundred steps, and next time it may only be one step short.

After all her silent efforts and dedication, she finally got it, and Afro naturally felt like embracing her warmly.

Not just a hug, but more, more behaviors that she couldn't override.

And it seems that I can't bear it anymore and have reached the threshold.

And no one else can, only the duplicitous, somewhat stubborn, mysterious, and powerful Grace.

Such an idea!It's not allowed, it's... it can't happen!

"Rose..."

The girl made a choice in a daze. She put her white and tender hands on her violently rising and falling chest. She bit her lower lip to hold back the strange feeling. Her holy and penetrating voice was as slow as ice cubes in summer porcelain. narrating

"When the goddess Wells brought magic and fire to the world, she also threw her favorite roses and doves into the world."

"She blesses every rose, so that every person who tames thorns can feel the meaning of happiness."

——In addition, Grace is a woman as beautiful as a rose but with thorns.

After finishing speaking, Avro slowly closed his eyes.

In the unreachable and deliberate darkness, she confessed to the goddess devoutly in her heart. Her body was slightly trembling and uneasy, like a leaf drifting in two waves.

My Goddess, I have not changed my beliefs.

I just... just hope that her life will no longer be as cold and lonely as it appears.

I just hope that awkward children can also feel the warmth of spring and a fireplace, that's all...

The prayer ended and Grace made her decision, "Sarah, then the rose."

……

In the end, Afro didn't even eat breakfast and ran away in a hurry.

Before leaving, she looked meaningfully at the gorgeous roses on Grace's head and said:

"I took leave yesterday. Although it is a duty, the church needs me. I can't stay here long."

"Of course, after it's over...I will come again today."

Avro hesitated at the door for a long time, her pink tongue moistening her beautiful lips back and forth, and finally hesitantly praised:

"The roses are beautiful."

I don't know whether it was a compliment or a genuine compliment to Rose, but Grace didn't give much feedback.

She just covered her cheeks with books, regained her cold look, and said,

"Roses are beautiful when well cared for."

The dilated pupils seemed to have been sunk. Avro paused for a long time and ended the day's interaction with a slight smile.

The girl who was as warm and kind as light finally left like a passing wind, and only Grace was left in the silent palace.

When the moment of solitude came, Grace looked at the empty and dented mattress next to her that had been sunken by someone who had slept on it, and her emotions were a little subtle.

However, now I finally have a chance to clear my mind.

If the Rhine Empire is a huge commercial company, then the Rhine Emperor Kevin, who stands at the top of the interests, has to do - that is to maintain the operation of the company.

To keep the company running, as a management, you only need to safeguard the interests of the majority of people.

The secret to getting a promotion and a raise in your company is simple.

You don't need to work hard to take over many positions to highlight your importance to the company.

The secret to promotion lies in whether you can become a person or a chess piece trusted by your direct managers.

His final goal is to ascend to the throne, so when he gains Kevin's trust, he must also make him feel that he will not pose an excessive threat to him.

It’s a difficult balance to strike, and Kevin simply doesn’t trust himself enough to give it too many chances.

The problem before us is how to enter the political field cleanly and develop our own power now?

For a person who has little power and whose maternal family is weak, it is of course more convenient to rely on Victoria.

Grace put her index finger slightly on her lips, her deep eyes were distracted, and her white teeth clenched her curved knuckles tightly in thought.

She likes to bite herself like this while thinking.

Because the pain will make people stay alert, so that their minds can clear up.

So take the initiative today.

Grace twisted her ankle slightly, but under someone's careful care, she was almost back to normal.

The day after tomorrow, you can probably get out of bed and try to walk.

When the time comes, go and meet the Miss Nora Frances who stole the earring for yourself.

……

When Grace was about to put down her copy of "The Art of Power" and pick up the silver knife and fork on the dining cart beside the bed to eat, Grace, who has keen hearing, heard a clear and fast sound of high heels.

Ta, tap, tap, the thunder was flying, not out of the water at all, as if no one in the world could hinder her progress.

As passionate and eye-catching as her appearance, the moment when Victoria arrived was also vigorous...

Grace knew that Victoria deliberately made time and space for herself and Afro.

Instead of putting too much energy into herself, she chose to take some time off to visit during her lunch break.

Grace raised her eyebrows subtly. She put the silver knife and fork back on the dining car, sat upright, deliberately picked up the red-brown "The Art of Power", and acted like a loyal dog waiting for its owner to come home. appearance.

With a creak, the door was pushed open cleanly.

The golden and red figures eagerly came to him as if carrying a faint intoxicating fragrance.

Grace lowered her head to read, so she could only see the edge of the bed. The delicate and elegant handkerchief red skirt hung on her well-proportioned muscular calves, and the sharp corners of the hem swayed slightly as the red high-heeled shoes approached step by step.

The maturity and charm of women are fully demonstrated just here.

Not to mention the smooth and slender waistline, the beautifully shaped and plump breasts, and the gorgeous but elegant delicate face.

Victoria lifted her skirt and sat elegantly on the edge of the bed, then pushed the book down a little domineeringly.

"Why haven't you eaten yet? Did Avro eat with you?"

Those beautiful, white hands were decorated with distinctive manicures, European-style flowers and sparkling diamonds, making the well-jointed fingers look even more noble.

"No."

Grace slowly put down the book and looked at Victoria obediently.

Of course, this is obviously a kind of alienation in front of Victoria.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Victoria's eyebrows drooped slightly, and her red eyes that looked like they were stained with blood looked at Grace in a complicated manner.

"Yes."

Grace nodded, she put the book on the bedside table next to her and moved a little closer to Victoria.

"You don't have to wait for me next time."

Victoria's eyes seemed to be avoiding something.

She reached out and opened the lid of the meal. The shiny foie gras had cooled down, and the white fat had condensed together, making her lose her appetite.

"Why is it cold? Ask the servants to make a new one."

Victoria frowned and put the lid on the table without interest.

Then she summoned her servants and gave her orders with a cold face. After a while, she finally came back.

Seeing Victoria's busy and caring look, Grace felt a little ridiculous.

But she didn't say anything, she just watched Victoria as carefully as a camera.

"Look Grace, we will still be the same as before, nothing will change..."

Noticing this look, Victoria put her hand on Grace's arm calmly, speaking softly and comfortingly.