The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Footsteps suddenly sounded overhead, continuous, and soon, the downstairs also became noisy.The servants were called to work, and the servant in charge brought by the earl urged them to go to the banquet hall to light a fire and boil hot water, saying that His Majesty was going to hold a ball.The former servants of the villa were only qualified to do this kind of rough work, and the fine work was taken over by the servants brought by the count.

Grace looked out through the keyhole, candles were already lit in the passage, and she could see the sleepy faces of the servants.They shuffled past his door, complaining that His Majesty could not sleep himself, and would not let others sleep.But there were also those who welcomed His Majesty's whim, for the ladies and gentlemen whom His Majesty had brought from the capital were also dragged out of their beds.

Grace shrank back, worried that someone would knock on his door, but he heard Alan Stone's voice.The man asked others loudly: "Which one is Grace's door!" His voice was loud and his tone was very aggressive, which sounded like he was losing his temper.

Grace jumped back to the door, her eyes fixed on the keyhole, the light cast from the small hole was blocked by the person's body, and then the door was banged hard.The door of his room was not the strong door upstairs, the whole door panel was shaken. .

Alan Stone called his name through the thin plank and ordered him to open the door.

Fearing that he would make a bigger noise, Grace hurriedly opened the door.

Alan Stone rushed in, forced to lower his head due to the height of the door, and stared at Grace's face. He was really angry, but after seeing Grace's face, the anger dissipated quickly. And turned into a kind of surprise and relief mixed with tenderness.

Grace couldn't stand being looked at by him like this, she turned around and wiped her face vigorously.He knew how ugly he was now, crying like he had a serious illness, ridiculous and pitiful, he said hoarsely: "If you are here to laugh at me, just laugh!"

Grace knew it was wrong for her to say this, but he really didn't know what else to say to Alan Stone at this time.

There was no sound behind me.

Grace felt that Alan Stone must be angry again.He turned around and decided to give in a little bit, at least to express his gratitude to Alan Stone for his kind advice at that time, but unexpectedly found that Alan Stone's face had calmed down.

The door of the room was closed, and Alan Ston was standing in the middle of the room, looking at his messy cot—His Majesty's dressing gown, some small objects he took out of the box for remembrance, torn Stockings, the lace collar torn off by teeth... The most unseemly thing was the nightdress, he couldn't bite it, so he used scissors, cut it to pieces, and scattered it on the bed like pieces of paper.

Alan Stone looked down under the bed again, and there were two shoes thrown on the ground, both of which were cut to pieces.

Grace pushed him away from her bed, kicked his shoes off the bed, and pushed the pile of rags into the bed.His bed was against the wall, and Grace piled the rags against the wall, then lifted the sheet to cover them all.After doing this, Grace sat down on the bed, turned her face away from Alan Stone.

"Arundel said that you took the initiative to find His Majesty."

Grace turned half of her body in reaction, stared and cursed rudely: "He farts!"

Alan Ston gave a short laugh, but couldn't maintain the smile, with deep concern in his eyes, "He also said that His Majesty wants to take you to the palace."

Grace fell silent.

"Don't go!" Alan Stone walked around in front of him and repeated stiffly: "Don't go!"

The servants' room was very low. If Grace was standing in the room, the roof would be only a little away from his head, but Alan Stone was much taller than him now, and he was used to open and bright spaces. As soon as he entered the room, he subconsciously kept his head down.It made his order sound more like a beg.

Grace asked, "Why?"

He didn't want to appear too ignorant, but Alan Stone's concern was so obvious that he was very puzzled.

"Why?" Alan Stone asked angrily: "Because your majesty has a wife! No matter how deep the conflict between the queen and your majesty is, their union is protected by the law and God! If you can't marry a Man, how can you go to where he lives! You, you..." He blushed with anger, and had to shut his mouth to prevent himself from swearing again.

Grace was even more confused, wondering if Alan Stone was going to talk about chastity with him?Let's not talk about my inner feelings, just look at it from Alan Stone's point of view, this is not the first time, is it worth making such a fuss about?The last time he knew his shameless nature, he had never seen him so angry, but that time he clearly had a more angry position and reason.

Grace never bothered to speak in front of Alan Stone, so she thought about it and asked directly.But as soon as the question was finished, Grace shuddered: He himself was asked a similar question not long ago!

——Why was it possible last time but not this time?

Grace looked at Alan Stone in shock, thinking, is it possible?Will it be so?Among the three children with the same blood, there is already a person who betrays morality, will there be a second one?But he quickly thought that the reason why there are so many unethical incidents in history, doesn't it prove that this habit is familial?

He stared into Alan Stone's eyes in horror. No matter how much anger was in those blue eyes, the concern and regret in them could not be ignored anyway.Such a pair of blue eyes gradually overlapped with William's eyes.But how could Alan Stone care about him like William?

Grace covered her chest with her hands in shock, wondering when did this change happen?

He thought that Alan Stone had indeed treated him much better after returning home this time, and he also thought that Alan Stone hadn't shown courteousness to Miss Odor for a long time.

The Earl of Arundel called "love" "love of lust".Grace recalled her past mischief. At that time, he had just realized the power of desire, and with just one hand, he let Alan Ston keep a handle on him... Was it because of that nonsense?Let Alan Stone transfer his lust from Miss Odor to himself?

Grace fell into self-blame similar to William Stone, and looked at Alan Stone regretfully and painfully, thinking that everything was her fault.

And Alan Stone, who was looked at by him like this, was also secretly terrified, he was keenly aware that he was about to reveal himself.

"Of course it's because the palace is dangerous!" He replied so wittily, and it was obvious that Grace's expression relaxed quickly.

He also breathed a sigh of relief, and became confident because of this, and asked him: "You must think that the palace has the most delicious food, the most gorgeous clothes, and the highest level of enjoyment. I can prove that your idea is right. But you have Have you ever thought about it, are you the only one who wants to go to such a good place?"

"The best place in the country, where every capable man wants a place, where every smart man wants to go. Grace, did William tell you about the savannahs in Africa where it never rains in the dry season , the river dried up, and all the animals were thirsty. The royal palace is the best river in the African grassland during the dry season. There are countless crocodiles lurking in the water, and lions and leopards are hidden in the grass beside the water. Why do you think you can survive from a group of beasts? Grab a mouthful of water under their claws instead of being torn to pieces by them?"

Alan Stone must have taken literature courses in the military academy. His words really frightened Grace, and she pursed her lips tightly and couldn't speak.

The house was quiet.

They heard music and singing upstairs, and the constant sound of footsteps overhead.

The dance has begun.

The music and singing were not bad, but they were far away; what was annoying was the footsteps: Alan Ston's head was almost touching the roof, and those footsteps were separated from him by the floor, and they brought the ceiling to their ceiling. shock.

It was only then that he realized how bad Grace's living environment was: the room was so small, and there was only a short and narrow bed, a small table next to the bed, and a small table against the wall. A low wardrobe and no other furniture.

Alan Stone couldn't figure it out, where did Grace put her things?

But he soon understood that there was not only little furniture in this room, but also very few daily necessities: there was a kettle, a cup, a box, and a candle on the table; there was a washbasin under the table, and a The basin was slightly larger, with a washed towel and a bucket hanging on the side of the basin.Other than that, there are only those treasures spread out on the bed.

This maid does not need extra furniture, because all the belongings are so little, a wardrobe and two boxes under the bed are enough.

Upstairs, Mr. Faranelli began to sing, beautiful songs that had nothing to do with all hunger and poverty, and those carefree cheers penetrated the floor and fell into their ears.

How many people can resist this temptation?

Alan Ston strode up to Grace anxiously, and whispered: "I can plead with my mother, begging her to accept you as a stepdaughter and let you restore your surname. William and I can make a good deal for you." Dowry, we all know some young bachelors who are well-born and talented... You know, men are the most accurate in judging men, whether it's a military academy or the army, you can always find one or two men who are worth relying on." These words came out It must be heartache, but he is more afraid that Grace will go astray.He was good at seduction, using dowry and surname as bait, and promised to help Grace become a legitimate "Mrs."

He asked Grace expectantly, "Have you changed your mind?"

Grace looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"