Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

But Miss Doris didn't show a look of disdain, not even the look that Grace had imagined - the look of a predator who discovered that his prey had been caught first.

Instead, he reminded her gently in a low voice, "Women should protect themselves."

Grace was stunned for a long time and only replied, "I know."

Doris continued to help Grace tie the ribbon around her waist, and said in a soft voice that contained female power,

"If you need help, I can help."

help?Did Miss Doris think she had encountered some kind of violence?

She was not as greasy as before, but she was tying the ribbon in a very gentlemanly manner.

Of course, it is still a bit uncomfortable for the sensitive Grace. The mature female fragrance brought about by every gesture always makes people think of Irene...

Grace's body trembled suddenly, why did she still think of her now?

"Miss Doris, it is rude to inquire into other people's private lives."

The girl gritted her silver teeth and tried to get Miss Irene out of her mind, and angrily shouted in nameless anger, "Do you think I am that kind of casual woman?"

"No."

The moment the mature woman's voice fell, Grace felt her waist tighten, and the rope was tightened and tied into a knot with force.

Doris came to Grace, expressed a kind of condescending pity, and said,

"It just seems like your lover doesn't cherish you very much."

Cherish it? Not really.

Thinking of Avro's performance yesterday, Grace always had a raging fire burning in her heart.

She stood up straight, took two steps back, and stared at Doris with a frosty face.

"It doesn't matter, it's not important."

It doesn't matter what Afro's attitude is. Whether or not they sleep together cannot affect a person's loyalty.

"But... smart girls don't deserve such treatment."

Doris said while looking Grace up and down.

Her brows were relaxed and her eyes were shining, full of pure appreciation of human body aesthetics, and she seemed to be sighing for her taste in choosing clothes.

"But I have to say, Miss Grace, you look really good in this dress...well...it should be said that the goddess of beauty has come."

Grace followed Doris's words and saw herself in the mirror with her peripheral vision in her dress.

The dress made of dark material brings out the snow-white skin even more, revealing just the right amount. The slender figure is highlighted by the knotted waist. The girl's youthfulness is a little noble, like a beautiful black swan.

Miss Doris's taste is actually very good, and even very in line with modern aesthetics.

If Grace was really a teenage girl with a budding love, it would be easy for her to be attracted by the maturity and elegance exuded by Doris.

But unfortunately... Grace's soul is a ghost that has been wandering for a long time.

Therefore, she didn't care at all about someone's teasing, but kept urging with a polite smile,

"Thank you, Miss Doris, but could you do the portrait first?"

"no problem."

Doris arched her eyebrows like a cunning fox.

……

Doris's studio is on the first floor of the two-story villa, very close to the garden at the gate.

When you open the window in the early morning, you will see flowers that are kept warm by a magic circle.

Like everyone who is passionate about art, the room is decorated with large and small gray and white plasters, and many unfinished paintings covered by curtains, but the floor is as clean and dustless as a mirror, showing that the owner of the room loves cleanliness.

Doris moved a small stool in front of the drawing board, dissolved the paint with water, and asked,

"Have you figured out what posture to use?"

Grace was sitting on the soft sofa cushions opposite Doris and shook her head.

"I don't have many ideas. Don't you want to paint my portrait?"

Doris lowered her head and thought for a second, then said:

"Is there one word that can describe your life or something?"

So what should you use to describe your life?

Grace raised her head, her soul seemed to be trying to reach the end of her destiny through the ceiling, and the memories of her past life gradually filled her mind...

It starts like a heroine in the story, but ends like a villain.

Gorgeous and...disgusting.

"Fireworks."

Such words popped into my mind subconsciously.

Doris' eyes were tracing the lines as carefully as a paintbrush, her bright golden eyes becoming more and more dazzling as she praised:

"It's a very romantic word."

Grace let out a chuckle, "Isn't there nothing left?"

At this time, Doris showed her freedom and romance in her heart, and replied enthusiastically,

"At least it bloomed."

"yes……?"

Grace said with lowered eyes, picked up the book on the table, opened it and found that it was a half-written script.

The pencil mark of the writing was neat and elegant, and seemed to be Miss Doris's own handwriting.

"On the water-filled square, the cat-like girl reached out to the beaten Mr. Knight..."

The follow-up ended abruptly, but it overlapped with the fragments in the memory. Didn't you also help an injured father a few days ago?Was Doris there that day?

Grace raised her head in surprise, looked into Doris's eyes and asked,

"Have you... seen me in the square before?"

"um, yes."

Doris nodded, her index finger and thumb formed a photo frame in front of her eyes to lock in the girl's cold face, she praised softly,

"But the feeling of the book suits you very well. You can read it lazily and half-expose the side of your back. It will feel very beautiful."

"Like a noble princess."

The word "prince" was like a key detonating word, and Grace's eyebrows raised slightly.

She crossed her legs in a reserved manner as Doris requested, leaned to the right side of the sofa, and held the book to pose as someone wanted.

A quiet literary girl.

"You should know who I am, Miss Doris."

——There are often royal knights patrolling the streets these days to find their whereabouts based on their appearance and characteristics.

With the same name and the same appearance, it should be easy to know who she is given Miss Doris' identity and background.

"Um...I don't know."

Half-holding the paintbrush, Doris showed a dazed and shocked look, covered her mouth and took a breath of cold air.

"Is it too late to arrest you now?"

Grace stared at her: "My acting skills are very poor."

"Okay...I know, no more kidding."

Doris's eyebrows were crooked, and she raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.

"As you can see, "Dark Street" is a script created by me. I just need more character material. It seems good to hear about the wonderful life of Her Royal Highness."

How could she have such an exciting life, a talented magician, a highly sought-after opera singer...?

"But I think Miss Doris's life is wonderful enough. Smooth sailing, capable of doing anything, like a free bird."

The corners of Doris' mouth suddenly dropped, and she said in a low voice like reciting lines from an opera:

"All the people in this world are birds in cages. No, it should be said that the world is a huge birdcage."

"Everyone has a past that cannot be escaped, and everyone is a bird that cannot escape."

Doris's eyes dimmed, and the atmosphere became a little gloomy.

A bird that can't escape...?Grace recited the word carefully in her mind.

From a world-famous magic genius to an opera singer, there may be many magnificent and unknown stories hidden in it.

Just when Grace was about to ask, she heard Doris let out a long sigh.

Then she swept away the gloom, her smile was as bright as a bright rose, she changed the subject and said:

"Such a topic is too boring. Well... let's talk about something interesting."

"Speaking of which, I have a close friend whose cousin has the same name as you."

"Best friend?"

Grace understands it too well. According to the unspoken rules, her best friend is herself.

Her golden eyes like autumn water were lost in reminiscing about the past. Doris said softly and nostalgically,

"She is a brave and beautiful knight who is not only skilled in swordsmanship and magic, but also loyal and kind."

"She was my roommate at the time. She always had to hold a long sword before she could fall asleep at night. It was very strange."

"However, she is an Ibrox and has long black hair. She is always provoked by some noble children in the academy."

"When you are fifteen or sixteen years old, you are most likely to be incited by others. Bullying or bullying are common things."

"She singled them out one by one with a long sword, beating them until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. She also asked them - did they not eat? Why did they fight on an empty stomach?"

Doris herself is an extremely good opera singer. Her deep voice spoke softly and her cadences were like listening to a unique storytelling session.

Seeing her pause for a moment, Grace couldn't help but ask,

"and then……"

"what……"

Doris sighed softly, as if recalling the wonderful years, she couldn't help but let out a sigh,

"Then, I did so many things that I can't even describe them all... participating in opera performances, suppressing bandits, avenging others, burning down casinos, etc..."

"Later, she and I became close friends. I would occasionally ask her what she was pursuing, and she would only say that she wanted revenge."

"She wants to kill her uncle who slaughtered the whole family for property, twitch and peel off his skin, so that the devil can also taste the pain and despair of having no relatives in this world."

"So, I asked her if she killed your uncle, what would your cousin do?"

"She just asked a question - would you keep the child of your enemy? I know the answer."

Grace didn't stay in the palace for long, but she still vaguely knew some things about the lost princess of Ibro and her biological mother.

According to the narrative in the story, Doris cannot be his cousin...

Otherwise, there are ten thousand ways she could kill herself. After all, she is a genius magician and she is just a helpless patient.

She remained calm, like a cat curling up its limbs in anticipation of prey, and looked at Doris with squinted eyes.

Doris knew the look in Grace's eyes very well, so she stopped talking about the ending and simply talked about the ending.

"Later, my best friend was wanted. I was very anxious, so I helped her escape to the north."

The story seems to be developing in an unexpected direction.

Grace asked curiously, "Wanted? Wanted for what crime?"

"The reason is that she killed people who could not be killed in the palace... I gave her the magic crystal to escape at that time. I didn't know until she escaped for seven days..."

"It turns out that my best friend is Phoenix, the subjugated princess of Ibro and the leader of the Ibro rebellion in the north."

At this moment, a familiar mechanical sound sounded in Grace's mind.

[System prompt: The new character Phoenix has been unlocked]