Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

Idiot Avro, why are you here in such a hurry to be punished?

When Grace thought of Victoria's somber expression during the confrontation yesterday, she couldn't help but give Avro a pinch.

Now I can no longer stay in the study.

Otherwise, Avro's upright personality would push her into trouble, and she would definitely have a fight with the eccentric Victoria.

Grace neatly stacked the two books together and placed them on her shapely thighs.

The wheelchair circled again and headed out the door.

……

Victoria saw the innocent and kind-hearted Miss Afro in the front hall of the palace where there was a huge sculpture.

She wore a white dress with a lotus leaf collar today, and her usually loose blond hair was deliberately combed into the most dignified princess hairstyle.

Bouquets of crimson roses and white tulips were elegantly held in her arms.

The flowers are close to the cheeks, and the smile on the face is more delicate than spring.

But that smile faded a lot after seeing Victoria.

Dewdrops rolled on the blooming petals. She lifted up her skirt and bowed slightly,

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Victoria."

Victoria stood on the high corridor, her dark blue skirt as gorgeous as night, sparkling with some diamonds.

She put one hand on the armrest, lowered her eyelashes, and looked down at Avro in a condescending queen manner.

"I know that Miss Avro and Grace have a deep relationship, but Grace needs to rest after getting sick, are you right? Miss Avro?"

There were many other maids and servants in the palace, and Victoria didn't want her sharp and gloomy side to be exposed.

"Um……?"

Avro blinked in confusion, she raised her head and answered loudly without being humble,

"Your Highness Victoria, I am completing the task you assigned to my brother. As you know, ordinary maids cannot enter or exit the palace."

Victoria lowered her eyebrows coldly, narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, and said empathetically:

"Then you don't need to come tomorrow because these itineraries are too cumbersome."

Avro shook his head, "Your Highness Victoria, I am not here just to send flowers."

"My brother was once a disciple of Master Daphne, the legendary alchemist of the empire. He gave me an ancient potion this morning, saying it can speed up bone healing along the magic lines."

Victoria exhaled a muffled breath from her chest, then raised the corners of her lips without emotion and said with a smile:

"You only need to give the potion to Grace's personal maid Sarah, there is no need for Miss Avro to bother."

The words have reached this point, but anyone with a little self-awareness should also leave.

Avro, who had no sense of boundaries, retorted eloquently and showed no intention of retreating.

"But... Your Highness Victoria, my brother said that the potion needs special massage techniques..."

"I think...Sarah shouldn't..."

The holy and clear voice echoed in the hall, blocking out all Victoria's code words.

Victoria raised her eyebrow slightly, no longer intending to endure it any longer, and she was about to speak.

Click, there was a crash at the corner of the stairs going downstairs, and the sound of rolling round and round echoed in the front hall.

"Sister Royal, Miss Avro, what are you discussing?"

A cold and cold voice came first. At the stairs to the second floor of the spiral corridor, Grace, who was supposed to be in the study, was carefully pushed to the platform by two maids.

Victoria looked back, and Grace's clean eyes first fell on Avro, and then slowly moved to herself.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Grace."

Avro took the lead in holding big flowers and bowed obediently to Grace.

Victoria, who had a somewhat subtle mentality, glanced at Avro thoughtfully, and then couldn't help but ask,

"Grace, why are you out?"

Grace patted the book in her hand without revealing any flaws.

"It was so boring to be alone in the study, so I wanted to come down and take a look, and I just happened to see Ms. Afro... coming."

Of course, she hesitated slightly when she said the word "Afro".

After all, the two sisters had just quarreled because of Avro, so it was always a bit subtle when they mentioned it again.

"..."

Victoria was silent and didn't speak.

She turned around, and Secretary Caroline, who was standing patiently by the side of the stairs, raised her head and looked at her. There seemed to be some kind of telepathic light floating in the lenses.

It was Avro who took the initiative, "Your Highness Grace, are you feeling better?"

"Recovering well."

Grace responded eagerly to Avro, paused slightly, then looked at Victoria and asked softly:

"But, Princess, I heard from the maid that you are receiving Ambassador Cardin, why don't you go and accompany them?"

This is a clear eviction order.

As Grace said yesterday, forced control will produce special feelings, and Grace needs to be given a certain amount of space to be alone.

If something excessive is done, it is not too late to take action on Miss Afro.

Determined to cut off this unethical emotion, Victoria's deep eyes turned left and right slightly, and she thought tangledly for two seconds, and finally spoke in a low voice, reluctantly,

"Go... have a good time."

When the time comes, just ask Caroline to arrange for someone to keep an eye on her.

……

Avro handed the flowers to the maid and didn't speak the whole time after pushing the backrest of the wheelchair. Grace also maintained a corresponding tacit understanding.

After crossing the long and narrow corridor, we finally arrived at the door of the dormitory for cultivation.

The maids retreated, the door closed with a creak, and the wheelchair was pushed impartially to the desk where roses and tulips were placed.

Her nose was full of fresh floral fragrance, and Grace mistakenly thought that spring was coming.

However, Grace was sitting in a wheelchair and could not see Avro's expression clearly.

But judging from her heavy breathing and the still silence after the maids dispersed, she seemed dissatisfied.

"What's wrong? Avro?"

Grace couldn't help turning her head and asked.

Avro's expression was completely different from the one downstairs just now. His clean and pure eyes were slightly narrowed, with a bit of vigilance and dissatisfaction, as if he wanted to see something through his own eyes.

She was still in the age of a childish girl, and she pursed her lips and looked a little angry.

"..."

"Victoria was very unfriendly to you yesterday. Why are you here today? And you brought so many roses?"

Avro took a deep breath, as if he was holding back his resentment.

"My brother asked me to give it to you."

"Ok?"

Grace's eyebrows undulated like waves, and she blinked in disbelief.

"Nurki gave it to me...?"

However, her eyebrows quickly relaxed - it turned out that Avro was angry that he was about to become her "sister-in-law".

Although she will not really become a sister-in-law, she has been using her identity as a "future sister-in-law" to suppress Avro. She will definitely be unhappy, and it is normal for her to have a rebellious mentality.

"whispering sound."

Grace sneered, deliberately showing no concern, took out a rose and threw it on the ground in disgust.

"I don't like this at all, so there's no need to pretend to do it to him."

The rose, whose thorns had been deliberately removed, fell to the ground and trembled. Avro's heart and eyelashes also trembled.

Grace quietly glanced at Avro with her peripheral vision and found that she still had a straight face.

All the emotions and sorrows were written on her face. This was an open-book exam, but Grace couldn't find a way to answer it.

Why is she angry?

Grace couldn't guess, she didn't speak if she didn't want to, and she didn't have the energy to guess.

The lace gloves were attached to the iron rim, and Grace turned slightly and headed towards the bed.

The roller stopped in front of the goose down bed. Grace pressed her hands hard on the bed, planning to climb up alone.

Reading a book for a while is better than silence.

"Um……"

Grace let out a muffled groan, exerted all her strength, and dug her hands deeply into the soft bed. Her cheeks turned pale, but she could not hold up her lower body.

My weak arms were unable to support my body.

Isn't this action so difficult?

Grace blinked in shock and disbelief.

"what……"

Suddenly someone behind him let out a long sigh.

Afro didn't know when he walked up behind him silently like a ghost.

Grace looked back.

The corners of Avro's mouth were still drooping, but his eyes were not as angry as before. Instead, he had a feeling of "I really can't do anything to you".

It was as if...he was a little child in front of her who needed to be taken care of.

Grace's eyebrows and her heart beat. What the hell? Her mental age is more than ten years older than Avro's.

Neither of them spoke, causing Grace to have to support herself on the bed with her hands.

But because the forces interact with each other, the wheelchair is about to roll out under the reaction force.

In two seconds, he will fall completely, and Afro is still just standing on the side and watching?

Is Avro a sinister person...?

Grace couldn't help but question.

Finally, when the tight string was about to break, Afro finally chose to raise his hand and help Grace.

Soft arms hugged her thighs from the waist, and with the help of her strength, Grace climbed onto the goose down bed easily.

"what……"

Grace finally breathed a long sigh of relief. She subconsciously remained polite and thanked her, "Thank you, Afro."

But Afro still didn't answer. Instead, he walked slowly to the door of the palace and locked the door with a click.

Why did she lock the door?Grace was a little confused.

86. Avro is also a shady person?

For a moment, the only reason Grace could think of to lock the door was that she needed to be wary of Victoria.

Yes, Avro was severely beaten by Victoria yesterday.

It's normal if you remain wary.

After several days of taming, Grace is now able to lie calmly on the goose down bed, covering herself tightly with a winter quilt as thin as silk but warm.

As if she had returned to the cat's nest where the cat belonged, she adjusted herself to a suitable position against the bedside. While continuing to pick up the unfinished books, she secretly glanced at the silent Miss Avro.

Afro stepped on the red-brown cashmere carpet and was walking towards him with light steps.