Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

"Yes."

Grace looked at Avro, who was full of expectations and well-behaved, and she reluctantly rescued her brother in a crazy and absurd way.

Someone like her who shines like a diamond in kindness will definitely be grateful for her.

Everyone admires the strong, and for an unexperienced girl, this feeling can easily turn into an inexplicable restlessness, and in the confused exploration, it turns into the so-called love.

If given another chance, it would be easy to capture Avro, but Grace didn't want to.

The first is that it is not in line with my own habits and I accept kindness with peace of mind, and the second is - isn't that just like that woman?

He picked her up when she was at her lowest, and with a little kindness, she became her whole world.

Grace was silent, glanced at Avro, and had the idea of ​​​​rejecting.

Avro's penetrating eyes seemed to read someone's mind. She took a step forward and completely broke the intimate distance.

Under the gaze of less than thirty centimeters, with a slight fragrance, she raised her slender, well-jointed hands and suddenly invaded Grace's neck.

Waves of blue magic power flashed through the dark night. Avro put his index finger on the still red neck and gently used healing magic on the red mark on the girl's neck.

His thumb pressed against the ring of reason and rubbed it gently, ambiguously and dangerously.

Grace looked at the blond girl in front of her, was she threatening herself?Still trying to please?

At this moment, Grace only felt an inexplicable impulse.

Someone hooked the tip of the crescent moon, trying to pull the waning moon from the sky down to the mortal world.

Avro lowered his eyes and asked softly, "Your Highness Grace, can you not refuse me?"

For the first time, I couldn't figure out Avro Argerich's thoughts, and things seemed to be getting interesting.

So, Grace nodded and responded with a bright smile, "Okay, then come back to the palace with me."

53.Afro, happy birthday (4k)

Avro grew up in a very happy environment.

His elder brother and father doted on him very much. No matter what bad things he did when he was a child, his elder brother would come out to protect him.

When I was in middle school, I went to a girls' school. I had an argument with someone for the first time. When I told my brother about it at the dinner table, my brother angrily slammed the table and said he would beat the person on the other side to pieces.

When my father comes home from get off work, no matter how busy he is, he will bring some delicious desserts and weird gadgets.

My mother acted as a stern person. When I was a child, if I was playful or neglected the etiquette of aristocrats, she would mercilessly slap my palms with a ruler.

But at night, my mother would secretly come to the room to soothe the pain with hugs and love.

Therefore, Avro can deeply empathize with Grace.

So dazzling, like a burning dusk that is about to die and dry up, a crazy, desperate but rational person must also feel very uncomfortable when his neck is strangled by his crazy brother and loved ones.

I was both shocked by her madness and saddened by her suffering.

It's like a magic class in school. It's annoying. You can't understand it but you're fascinated by it.

Grace left in the absurd ending, and Avro watched her stop under the doors on all four sides of the court, blending in with the white snow behind her, indistinguishable between you and me.

Of course she did this just out of gratitude for saving her brother.

Good and evil are often separated in doctrine. Grace does not believe in God at all and has done so many things that blasphemed the goddess, so she still needs punishment and repentance.

Avro looked at the lonely figure closely, with complicated emotions.

But now, maybe...she needs someone's company.

……

The turquoise gemstone earrings were indeed thrown into Grace's bedroom, and it was not Afro's deliberate intention.

It was really left in the palace, and if he wanted to get it back, Avro brainwashed himself over and over again.

On the carriage that was moving smoothly, Grace leaned against the window, quietly admiring the color of snow passing through the fogged glass.

After she experienced madness, she was more terrifyingly calm than after madness.

It was as if nothing in the world could hold enough significance in her life.

"Grace."

Avro couldn't help but call her name softly.

"what?"

Grace withdrew her vision from the window, tilted her head and focused the clear red pupils on herself.

Avro sat upright and said seriously:

"I will come see you tomorrow and I will supervise your treatment."

"Brother's alchemy contains many magic potions that can cure the death energy in your body. When the time comes, drink it first."

Grace sighed, shook her head and said deliberately distantly:

"No, you should rest for a few days first. Your brother should be accompanied by his family these days. And you don't know medical skills, so there is no need to do this."

The expression on Avro's face moved slightly, her eyebrows drooped, and she said reluctantly,

"I said that I saved your life, so I will come to the palace every day."

Grace's surprised eyes carefully scanned Avro's body. She hesitated to speak and declined:

"But, I will move to the palace of Princess Victoria tomorrow."

Victoria.

Avro frowned when he heard the name.

Her Royal Highness the Third Princess has a very bad attitude towards her, and the reason is precisely because of Grace.

There seems to be something about the relationship between these two that makes people want to study it in depth.

But this has nothing to do with me. I just want to stick to the teachings of loving life.

Therefore, Afro's inner path is extremely firm and pious. She said without flinching like a child,

"Then what does it have to do with me supervising your treatment? Your sins have not been eliminated. I will bring "The Chronicles of the Goddess" here. I will read it by your side every day to purify the filth in your heart. You should continue to treat yourself for a long time. Repent of sin.”

In order to convince herself, Avro nodded in agreement, and then said to herself,

"Well... there is also the Prince of Karta. He was possessed by the rage of the Seven Deadly Sins. He will surely meet the fate of a villain."

Grace was a little surprised. Avro really cared about her more than she thought.

To be honest, what she said had nothing to do with her faith anymore, she was just looking for a lame reason to get along with her.

Of course, it’s not annoying, but it’s just not as fun as the highest difficulty.

The slightly sharper side shown before was actually what Grace expected.

"That depends on what Princess Victoria wants. If she doesn't let you in, there's nothing I can do about it."

Grace raised her eyebrows, leaned outside the window, covered the corners of her lips with her palms, and began to look out the window at the blurry snow scene again.

The winter night seemed to be getting slightly warmer under the glazed moonlight.

……

"Here we go, look for them. Where did you put them? Or when was the last time you saw gemstone earrings? Think about it."

Grace didn't know why she opened the window on the winter night. She looked up at the bright waning moon, her butt half leaning on the window sill, her black hair fluttering gently, and the cold wind blew across her snow-like face.

Amidst the ruthlessness, it is quiet and beautiful.

Grace didn't call her maid to search because she said she hated having anyone come into her private area.

"Well... the last time was at the bedside."

Avro was wandering around the edge of the princess bed. The bed filled with goose down had long been spread neatly by the maids.

If it could be found, it would have been discovered long ago.

So Avro bent down at the foot of the bed and looked again, and reluctantly came to the result - "No."

Grace didn't know when she opened the piano cover. She lowered her head and looked at the black and white keys. She suddenly came back to her senses from her meditative state and said:

"Then let me find it."

"I remember that you seemed to have been on the bookshelf for a while..."

Grace walked towards the bookshelf, her eyes following the title of a book with her slender index finger.

No, not even on this level...

Suddenly, her index finger stopped, and Grace discovered something unusual on the bookshelf near the ground.

There are five books that are slightly more protruding than the others by about half an index finger's distance, as if something is pressed inside.

If not for careful comparison, such anomalies would not have been found in such a hidden place. Grace curiously pulled out these five books.

This seems to be a diary, with an ordinary cover.

But when Grace opened the first page, she knew something was wrong with this diary.

"10.21 Rain

The diary is already full. Let’s get a new one. I hope that in the new diary, I can be positive every day.

10.25 sunny

After a year, my father finally summoned me again. This time he said he wanted to marry me off.

But when I said I didn’t want to get married, he told me to get out early, and he looked comfortable.

So I randomly picked someone who seemed easy to get along with.

But there is also good news. Sister Huang finally replied to my letter. She said that she will come back next year and will bring me many interesting books by then.

Sister Huang, it would be great if you could reply to me often.

10.28 Yin

Carol from the orphanage said a few days ago that she found the most beautiful flower in the world and wanted to give it to me.

I thought about it for several days, what kind of flowers could she, a little child, see in a small orphanage?

When I went there today, I realized that in her world, the most beautiful flower in the world is me. "

Grace also found a rough bookmark on this diary page.

The bookmark uses poor and childish painting techniques to draw a childish and simple flower. Among the flowers, several abstract lines are randomly connected, and it can be barely seen that there is a girl with black hair and red eyes inside.

So...this is the diary of the fifth princess?

Grace's eyes lit up.

"Grace, found it!"

Avro's voice of surprise sounded, and Grace was keenly aware that this diary was important.

But now was not the time to read it. She stuffed the diary back into place, turned around and asked,

"Where did you find it?"

Afro stood next to the dressing table, with a bright face and raised lips, showing off the gemstone earrings in her hand to herself, her eyes sparkling like an innocent child who discovered glass marbles in childhood.

"There is a pair on the dressing table. I guess the maids found them when they were cleaning up, but they felt that such a thing was not enough to alarm Her Royal Highness. So I took it upon myself to keep them in a jewelry box."

Grace leaned against the bookshelf, her eyes calmly taking in Avro's joy.

"If you find it, it's very late today. Do you still need to sit here for a while?"

It was almost like an order to be kicked out. Such a cold and distant attitude might be particularly hurtful. The expression on Avro's face was subtle, and he hesitated to speak.

"That's okay, let's go here today, Your Highness Grace, I wish you a good night and a sweet dream."

Avro's eyes swept across Grace's cheek, and stayed on the ring of reason around her neck for a long time.

In the end, she left wisely, her light steps a little heavy, but she became decisive as she passed over her shoulders, as if she was cherishing the time.

Grace turned around along with the wind and watched her figure leaving lonely, her brows furrowed unconsciously.

She seems to be really looking forward to something. Is it a birthday wish?

Grace was silent for a long time, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away into silent white noise.