Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Avro didn’t know why he agreed to Grace like crazy.

Just looking at her breathtaking red eyes, I couldn't say no words of rejection, even bad words.

Grace is just a weird, a little awkward, lonely person, and her biggest bad thing is...

Using a collar to control herself, she takes off her clothes and then undergoes a bizarre humiliation.

What was the reason for being angry at that time?It was the explosion of disappointment, grievance, and anxiety after she failed to live up to her own expectations.

If such an incident happened again, Avro thought he would not be angry.

"Yes, Your Highness Grace."

There is a difference between dignity and inferiority, so Avro doesn't feel uncomfortable when he screams.

"Yes - Master."

Grace patted the table childishly and emphasized.

"Yes, Master."

Avro once again doted on Grace's request.

"What about the water?"

Like a villain, Grace cast her eyes coldly on Afro.

The look in her eyes was actually the same as usual, but once she entered the identity of a maid, she had the illusion that she wanted to overthrow Grace immediately.

Completely overturned.

"immediately."

Avro smiled politely and poured half a glass of warm water into the glass.

Grace only tasted it lightly and then deliberately said, "It's too hot."

From her raised eyebrows, Avro could see the mockery.

So, she added some cold water to Grace's glass.

Her cherry lips were slightly open, and the water moistened the girl's beautiful lips. This time Grace commented expressionlessly, "It's too cold."

Afro poured it out again with the patience he used to deal with believers, and the final evaluation he received was - "It's too hot."

Grace is completely teasing herself.

Avro took a deep breath and tried her best to calm her chest. She planned to endure it a little longer.

Play with her for a while, after all, Grace is indeed her brother's savior.

When, for the fourth time, the glass touched the wooden table with patient anger, Grace did not dislike the temperature of the water.

Instead, he acted aggressively, holding up the glass and commenting with a straight face,

"Afro, your skills are terrible."

"..."

Avro couldn't hold it back and almost knocked over the metal teapot in his hand.

Of course, Grace's fun doesn't stop there.

She would pull out the books from the bookshelf one by one, read them randomly, and then ask herself to put them back.

This is nothing, but what embarrasses Avro even more is that Grace will ask herself to read some inexplicable third-rate novel.

"Damn it, if Princess Turandot dies, I will let the entire Principality of Rebaka be buried with her!"

These novels would be suitable for young girls.

But for Afro, just reading it was like being run over by a four-wheeled carriage, making people's skin stand upright.

Grace was enjoying her embarrassed expression at this moment.The joyful and happy smile on the girl's face, which was originally as ice-like as snow, never dropped.

At this moment, she is really happy, but...

My brother had also shown such a smile before. It was as bright as gold and too precious to be true.

Avro thought, forget it, I will only endure it for the last time, and I will only make trouble with her for the last time.

She is her younger sister, two years younger than him, and she has to pay back all these things.

Avro could only comfort himself with some lame excuses.

……

It's finally late at night and it's almost time to go to bed.

According to the general procedure, Avro needs to change Grace's clothes throughout this period, changing her heavy winter skirt into light silk pajamas.

To be honest, Grace didn't really want Avro to come in.

So at the door of the dressing room, Grace folded her hands and still commanded from a high position as a princess,

"You go out, I can change myself."

"I heard from the maids in Her Royal Highness's palace that the most important thing as a maid is to solve all the cumbersome matters related to the master's clothing, food, housing and transportation."

Avro folded his hands in front of his abdomen and smiled gracefully.

"We are already here, so there is no reason to look back."

Grace didn't pay attention. She opened the door directly and gave the eviction order. "We've almost finished playing the maid game. Let's stop here today."

"No, no."

Avro's holy voice refused cleanly, and at the same time she put her hand on the back of Grace's white hand.

It's fun to tease people, but what Grace wants to see more is the changes.

Unpredictable things beyond imagination are like random challenges in the game, which is fascinating.

"I always feel that Your Highness Grace, you are expecting me to do something excessive."

Afro closed the door gently, "Can I do something drastic now?"

64. I want to see her panic

Grace moved to Victoria's bedroom, and Afro, who was playing maid games with her, naturally followed.

As a powerful princess, Victoria's dressing room was divided into four areas. Dresses hung on slender golden hangers were neatly arranged one by one, along with countless treasures and exquisite high heels.

Countless secrets can be hidden in flamboyant or everyday clothes.

Afro blocked the exit of the changing room door with her slender body.

Her green eyes were as quiet and clean as ancient wells. There was never a word of frivolity in her expression, she was calm and pure.

It was as if the words that had just been spoken were just like a mayfly floating on the vast sea, and were not enough to cause any waves.

"Excessive things?"

Grace couldn't help but repeat the girl's words.

To be honest, I can't imagine such a kind-hearted nun doing anything extreme.

Rather than expecting her to do something outrageous.

No matter what kind of thing she is, she is very tolerant. Where is the bottom line of kindness?

Light and darkness walk together, and people who only show the bright side are the most vain existences in the world.

People are not defined from birth. There is no born good person, only goodness after choice.

Grace wants to see Avro's dark side.

With such expectation, she crossed her hands and glanced doubtfully at the girl in maid uniform with her strangely shining eyes.

Then, he smiled softly and asked unscrupulously:

"Miss Afro, do you have the guts to do something excessive?"

Avro approached slowly and gently, "Your Highness Grace, are you trying to provoke the general?"

Boom, boom, boom, one black shoe tip and one white shoe tip on the wooden floor, less than twenty centimeters apart.

Miss Avro came closer, her appearance did not give off much aggression.

Rather, it is just "revenge" for the prank just now, a special game between two people.

There were so many weird things said, Miss Avro learned a little and used to be normal.

What could a simple person like her do?

Facing Afro, who was a little taller and older than herself, Grace commented nonchalantly,

"I just think about Miss Sister's nature, and I feel like you can't do anything extreme..."

She raised her head and looked straight into Avro's eyes, her red lips moved slightly as a reminder:

"And please remember to call me master now, the maid game is not over yet."

After a few days of getting along, someone has completely seen through the girl.

Of course, Avro seems to be immune to such arrogant and condescending momentum.

Afro, while brushing the soft satin with her hands, looking for the most suitable nightgown tonight among the colorful silk fabrics, listened patiently with her pointed ears.

Her slender fingers suddenly stopped on a black gauze skirt with sparkling sequins. Avro's green eyes expanded in surprise, and she couldn't help but sigh:

"Sure enough, is Her Royal Highness expecting it?"

In fact, it doesn't matter whether he calls his master Grace or not, because for Afro, this title is no different from His Highness or Miss.

This kind of thing can be done without any resistance, and Grace also loses the fun of chasing.

"How do you read expectations?"

She frowned, and the other half of her slender eyebrows drooped slightly, with a slightly weird expression on her face.

"It's better to say that you know Miss Avro very well. After all, I have given you choices many times."

This is it. The looming sheer nightgown can not only bring out her fair skin, but also allow her to spend the night comfortably.

Avro nodded with satisfaction, then took off this piece. She turned her head, looked into Grace's eyes, smiled and said:

"But this time, Her Highness Grace may be disappointed."

"?"

Grace's curiosity was completely aroused, and her clear red pupils looked at her as brightly as stars.

So what is too much?

"Your Highness, why do you look like that?"

Avro held the soft fabric in her arms. She blinked in surprise and showed a smile that was indeed true.

"Now you seem to be filled with expectations all over your body."

Grace said nothing, just stood there and looked at the girl who was gradually approaching her.

Avro hugged her nightgown and stared at herself, her eyes far from innocent. She pushed a few strands of fine blond hair behind her ears, and then raised her hand.

As a nun, perhaps because of her prayers, her fingers have distinct joints, are exceptionally slender and slender, and have just the right amount of delicacy and rosiness.

Even without a ring, you can feel the elegance in the texture of your skin.

Very nice hands.

The final landing point seemed to be on her shoulder. Noticing this keenly, Grace subconsciously took a step back.

"Her Highness Grace's weakness is that she hates physical contact, right?"

But the hands were firmly placed on the shoulders, and then he continued to whisper in a soft, holy voice.

The servants dispersed in the dressing room, and it was extremely quiet. Avro's soft and small voice seemed particularly abrupt and ambiguous at this time.

She didn't do it intentionally, but she followed the etiquette of a maid and slowly moved from her shoulders to her neck.

"I'm just changing clothes for Grace, nothing special."

Grace subconsciously used her arm to block it. Her eyebrows drooped and she lost a little interest.

"If it's just a change of clothes, I don't think it's necessary."