Please give everything to Her Royal Highness

The candy lies in the white palm, and the colorful sugar coating looks dazzling under the glass light.

Grace glanced and said, "I don't eat any sweets."

"It would be rude to say no."

Her almond-shaped eyes suddenly drooped, and Avro pursed her lips angrily as a reminder.

"Put it on the table."

Grace thought for a second, then pretended to pick up the reddish-brown book and gave instructions casually.

What an awkward idiot!

Afro's heart was filled with nameless emotions, and he glared at Grace with a slight complaint.

It's a pity that Her Royal Highness only focused on books.

But from those pink and shiny red earlobes, Avro could spy more secrets. Her thoughts were momentarily wandering, wandering in pink delusions.

If only...if only Grace could be more honest.

Of course, it's not as honest as in the dream... It would be nice to have a gentler attitude towards her.

While Grace was reading, she reached out and quietly pulled the drawstring at the head of the bed.

Avro certainly knew what it was. Like a shepherd dog that had discovered danger, she straightened her body on the bed alertly and asked:

"Your Highness Grace, do you need to call the maid?"

Grace didn't answer, so Afro leaned her fluffy golden head over and carefully observed the expression on Her Royal Highness's face.

The beautiful red eyes moved, and Grace deliberately raised the book higher to block Avro's sight.

Avro was like a wild puppy jumping up and down, crawling around on the bed, switching sides, and started looking at Grace again.

"..."

The reddish-brown book cover magnified in front of Avro's eyes, and the special smell of paper and pen penetrated her nose - Grace directly and cheerfully put the book on Avro's face.

"I like it so much, I'll give it to you for viewing."

"dont see."

It was impossible for Avro to pick it up, and the book naturally fell onto the soft mattress.

She leaned against the head of the bed and crossed her hands, moved her eyes to the other side, and criticized in a low voice,

"How rude!"

The red face seemed to be more in line with the angry mood at the moment, but Afro couldn't help but the corners of her lips that turned up meant that she actually enjoyed this way of getting along.

"That's the kind of person I am."

Grace picked up the book again with her slender index finger. This time she was not looking at the book, but looking at the closed door, waiting for Sarah's arrival.

No wonder he is so withdrawn!Avro looked at Grace sideways with resentful eyes.

The door was slowly pushed open, and the maid Sarah stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Do you have any orders from Your Highness Grace?"

Under Avro's probing eyes, Grace said slowly:

"Sarah, go and get two bottles of Amontillado sherry from the wine cabinet."

"Yes, Your Highness."

It is a white wine with a high Amontillado sherry content. The wine is dry and refreshing, and has an elegant aroma. It is especially loved by the imperial nobles, and almost every wine cellar will collect two bottles of it.

This was not good news for Avro. She stood up slightly, stared at Grace's side face, and frowned.

After the maid Sarah left and the door closed, Avro pretended to cough nonchalantly, like a mother controlling her children, and asked:

"Why are you drinking before bed?"

"A little hobby."

Grace, who was reading again, leaned lazily on the bedside without even raising her eyes, and answered perfunctorily.

How can there be such a hobby!

Avro instinctively hated alcohol. She grabbed Grace's sleeve and said, "Alcohol... is a bad thing. You can't drink it."

Finally willing to look away, Grace looked at Avro tightly grasping the lace ribbon on the edge of her sleeves and asked:

"Don't your goddesses allow believers to drink alcohol?"

"You can drink alcohol, but you can't get drunk."

"I didn't mean to let you drink either."

Grace looked at Avro suspiciously, her eyes mixed with a little scrutiny, which made Avro feel a little guilty inexplicably.

She loosened the sleeves of Her Royal Highness the Princess, with a slightly red face, and said with some stumbling,

"Your body can't drink... now... now you're in recovery,"

"Afro, from what standpoint do you control me?"

Grace closed the book with a fierce face, but asked in a more forceful manner,

"You can either watch me drink or drink with me."

Avro frowned anxiously, "I, I... don't know how to drink."

"Then just watch me drink it."

Grace made an irresistible choice, but Afro took a deep breath.

I felt like there was something stuck in my chest, as if Grace had been excluded from the options.

The Rhine Empire advocates wine culture. As an imperial noble, even elegant ladies must learn to taste wine.

Afro rarely drinks alcohol because of his devout faith.

She cautiously glanced at Grace's indifferent side face with the corners of her mouth drooping.

I haven’t had a drink with my friends yet... How about giving it a try?

……

With quick hands and feet, the maid Sarah took out the Amontillado sherry sealed in a brown wine bottle in a short time and placed it smoothly on the bedside table.

Sarah even uncorked the bottle on her own and poured the crystal-clear golden wine into the goblets for the two of them.

While Grace was reading, she occasionally skillfully held the stem of the goblet and took a sip.

Avro discovered that Grace seemed to have really maintained a distant distance since he declared in the bathroom that he would not like her.

She leaned against the bedside and observed vaguely for a long time with her peripheral vision, and finally her delicate facial features wrinkled.

I feel a little annoyed for no reason, and I always feel like today shouldn't be like this.

Just go to bed early.

Avro held the quilt depressedly, planning to get out of bed and go to the floor to rest early.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded for a long time. Grace raised her beautiful eyes, gently shook the goblet, and softly invited,

"Would you like some wine?"

The red lips moistened by the crystal wine had an alluring luster, as if they had the power to seduce people's hearts.

Avro thought of something as he looked at it, and his cheeks suddenly became hot.

"..."

Muffled and silent, she stepped over the girl, propped herself on the edge of the bed, and took down the other goblet.

"Ah……"

Hearing Grace's chuckle, Avro was like a tough-talking soldier after a defeat, and took a big sip with some bravery.

The bitter and choking taste of alcohol was about to deprive the tongue of its sense of taste, and it was so unpleasant that Avro wanted to vomit.

But she endured the discomfort and pretended to hold the goblet to Grace and commented,

"not bad."

"Huh? Really? Drinking before bed is actually not bad, right?"

The long-lost ice and snow melted, Grace slightly raised the corners of her lips, and asked as if seeking approval.

"good."

Avro didn't feel the weirdness at all. She put down the glass with a snap, cleared her throat, and changed the subject:

"Your Highness Grace, last time you asked me how to perceive magic, I already figured it out."

"Ok?"

Grace raised her head slightly and placed the goblet on the bedside. Her drunken red eyes seemed to be swimming on the sparkling water, which was particularly beautiful.

As if being ignited by flames, Avro could no longer look into those eyes. She avoided her gaze and explained in a low voice,

"It's because this is a special textbook and is not included in the magic perception class."

Some people will be extremely aggressive when they are in a state of excitement, but Afro looks like a young girl who is ready to be deceived at any time.

Avro's slender eyelashes drooped, casting an ambiguous shadow on her reddish face, giving her a shy look that could be picked by anyone.

Grace stared calmly for a long time before she suddenly realized and guessed the girl's intention.

"Oh...so you weren't not serious when you were studying."

"..."

Avro frowned somewhat displeasedly, looked at Grace awkwardly, pointed at Her Royal Highness's hand, and requested softly,

"Your Highness Grace, please stretch out your hand."

"what happened?"

Grace did not act immediately, but was about to turn around and get the lace gloves on the bedside table.

"No lace gloves!"

Avro's urgent voice interrupted Grace's movement, her fingertips stopped in the air, and Grace turned around and looked at Avro in confusion.

"You need to connect your fingers with your magic lines, and then I will help you feel the existence of magic. If you have magic talent, you will feel a warm light..."

"After that, as long as you feel the surge of magic again, you can use magic. Of course, you need to go to the Magic Association to learn other magic."

Avro explained seriously, while taking the initiative to extend his thin white palm.

The five fingers with clear joints were spread out and stretched straight, and there was a suspicious blush on the girl's face.

If it weren't for the slightly nervous trembling of her palms, Grace would have thought that Afro was showing off how delicate and beautiful her own hands were.

Grace experienced this wonderful feeling and looked at Avro carefully for three seconds.

Those green eyes were wet from the beginning in the bath, as if they were stained with water.

Unable to see why, Grace slowly put her hand on someone's hand as if she was being tamed.

The body has been in contact many times, so it doesn't seem to be as annoying as imagined.

The first moment it fell into the soft and delicate palm, it was held tightly like a treasure.

Grace saw the girl's pupils expand slightly with joy, and then, as skin rubbed against skin, Avro forcefully separated her fingers and invaded the gaps between her fingers fieryly.

It's obviously a simple movement, but because of its slowness, it's a little ambiguous and teasing.

Of course, Afro also felt this unusual anxiety. His heart felt like ten thousand cat paws scratching his heart, and his mouth was dry.

She licked her lower lip, picked up the goblet beside her with her free left hand, and drank half of the glass as if she wanted to suppress some emotion.

"Well... Your Highness Grace, you need to remain calm during the process of perceiving magic."

Grace frowned subtly. Who needs meditation?

She sees through it without saying anything. Her body is more accustomed to Avro's contact than her heart. She and Avro hold each other face to face in a quiet posture.

Suddenly, a ball of light surged, and fluorescent blue brilliance surged from Avro's body, and began to travel through Grace's body along the clasped hands.

The palpable, slightly sour heat travels from the arms to the heart, and the whole body seems to be wrapped in the spring sun.

"How about it?"