The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

After Alan Stone left, the room suddenly became deserted.The singing and laughing upstairs became very noisy, making Grace feel lonely.

He regretted driving Alan Stone away so early, but he could have talked to him for a while.Loneliness is a terrible situation that makes a person weak.For Grace, it would be a great blessing to have company on a night like this.

But he did not condone his weakness.He originally wanted to see the gunshot wound on Alan Stone's abdomen, and wanted to hold his hand to express his gratitude, but he held back.

He said to Alan Stone in a comforting tone: "Maybe I will be able to go home soon. Lustful love does not last long, and it will soon become tired, leaving nothing behind."

Lustful love is not worth relying on. It is useless except to make people stupid for a short time.He had committed this kind of foolishness to Arundel, and he hoped that His Majesty would also commit this kind of foolishness to him. He also hinted that Alan Stone's pursuit of Miss Odor was this kind of foolishness, and he now It's the same kind of stupidity about my own mood.He thought, this top student in the military academy is so smart, he must understand everything.

Mr. Faranelli finished his verse, and now Mrs. Durnell sang.The mezzo-soprano is more piercing and more clearly heard than before.

Grace was in a daze during the singing, holding the badge in one hand and the shawl in the other.After sitting like this for a while, he felt that he was too decadent, so he stood up and began to tidy up the bed - if Sophie was still around, she would definitely scold him for making such a mess in the room.

Alan Ston caused him a lot of trouble, the table was out of order, and the floor was full of broken china—fortunately, he was used to putting candles on the window sill, otherwise there would be more trouble.He took a few swigs straight from the bucket and started sweeping.

Maybe tonight was his last night in this little room, and he hoped it would be clean when he left.

Alan Ston said that he was too bold and thought too well. If he just left the villa like this, the actual development situation is likely to be that he was played by His Majesty and ended up with nothing.

It was difficult for Grace to explain to him that her ambition and confidence were mainly due to Arundel.

Although he hated that hypocritical man very much at this time, he had to admit that if Earl Arundel thought he could make a difference with His Majesty, then he would definitely be able to make a difference with His Majesty.

In addition, His Majesty's attitude towards him is also an encouragement.Both Mrs. Durnell and Mr. Faranelli were taken out of the bed, but he was able to refuse His Majesty's request in person and successfully returned to his bedroom; this is the best proof.

And His Majesty did not ignore his wishes.Regarding this aspect, he mentioned a little to Alan Stone, which was a certain degree of comfort. He said: "Your Majesty didn't force me to do what I don't like."

His Majesty's hands stayed outside his nightgown all the time, hugging him from behind, kissing his neck and side face fiercely, while trembling rapidly behind him.

Grace knew what he was doing, and after he suddenly relaxed, she couldn't help stretching her hand back to touch the hem of her skirt.However, His Majesty grabbed his wrist, and His Majesty personally wiped his skirt with a soft handkerchief.

At that time, his mind was too confused, mainly because he had never endured such intense kisses and love words, and the effect of wine made him forget about it.At this moment he remembered, and quickly touched the back of his buttocks, it was dry.He recalled the scene when he went to bed to put His Majesty to sleep, and he didn't feel wet at the time.

Either there's nothing on it at all, or there's just too little and it dries quickly.

And at that time he felt uncomfortable, it seemed that it had been a long time, but now that he calmed down and thought about it again, it was actually very short—of course he could only use the count as a reference, followed by himself, but he felt that he could judge it.

No wonder there is such a rumor.

Grace naturally knew how much pain that kind of defect would bring to the spirit.He himself has never had any evil thoughts, but if he put himself in His Majesty's perspective, assuming that he also has such great rights, Grace can't guarantee that she will not make that kind of mistake.After all, he has been resentful, jealous, and lonely and confused more than once.

What if it was me and I met someone with similar flaws?

He thought of Ha Yimi, whom he loved so much, and his heart beat suddenly.It was unseemly to say so, but if he guessed correctly, the road to success was hidden under his petticoat, in His Majesty's trousers.

But then he thought again: What if the guess is wrong?I am because of the beans, which are the food of the poor. How could His Majesty eat that kind of thing every day?

He fearfully thought that His Majesty may have invented those games simply because he likes to play tricks on others, taking pleasure in watching others make a fool of themselves naked.

He remembered how strange His Majesty was.After going to bed, His Majesty lay on his lap and asked him to sing nursery rhymes.Grace could only sing Irish folk songs that her mother had sung to him when she was alive, but His Majesty was dissatisfied and taught him a native song.There has always been a lack of musical entertainment in the villa. Grace has never been influenced by this kind of education. If she didn't learn well, His Majesty showed a dissatisfied expression. She didn't get angry, but said disappointedly: "Mother can sing a lot of lullabies."

But he looked at Grace's face, and quickly changed to another expression, kissed his cheek lovingly, apologized to him, said that he shouldn't compare him with others, and touched him through his clothes, low Repeat loudly and passionately: "I love you!"

Alan Stone said that Queen Mary was poisoned by His Majesty.

Grace felt cold all over, and took out the quilt from the cabinet to wrap herself up.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, which made him tremble with fright.

"Grace, open the door."

It's Alan Stone!

Grace jumped out of bed and went to open the door. Alan Stone stood in front of him with a bunch of things: thick quilts, beautiful porcelain basins, exquisite kettles and cups.Grace watched him place these things one by one, then bent down to touch the quilt he had just wrapped around his body, and frowned: "Why is your quilt so thin?"

Grace asked him, "Is it true what you told me before?"

"Which?"

"It's His Majesty's..."

Alan Stone stared into his eyes and asked him, "Are you scared?"

Grace suddenly went to tease the hem of his jacket.

Alan Stone hurriedly held him down, "What are you doing!"

Grace looked up and begged him: "Let me see your injury."

Alan Stone held his forearm, looked at him for a long time, then pressed his shoulder, let him sit on the bed, and slowly let go.

A new, flat, pink scar just below the navel, rising from the tight skin, lined with stitched catgut like the legs of a centipede.Fortunately, it looked like a big wound. The bullet hit the flesh sideways, cut a long wound, and flew out again, without actually penetrating into the abdomen.

The slightly cool fingertips carefully stopped beside the scar, the firm abdomen was tightened, and the outline of the muscles became clearer.

Grace felt a hand on the top of her hair, with her fingers buried in her hair, as if trying to push herself away, or as if pressing herself to prevent her from leaving.

He felt so ashamed that he didn't dare to raise his head, but made his voice sound pitiful meanly: "Will you help me? In the palace..."

This is completely different from tentatively saying that he wants to give Alan Stone a title of baron. This is a formal invitation to cooperate.

The hand above her head was removed, and Grace looked up in disappointment.

Alan Stone looked down at him, the candle was too dim, and Grace couldn't see any expression on his face.Alan Stone's voice was also unpredictable, "Even if you are for William...William won't be happy."

Grace looked at him beggingly.He and Alan Stone had many tacit secret agreements, especially in front of William.He knew that Alan Stone would definitely understand what he meant, and if he wanted to, he would keep the secret for him in front of William.

Alan Stone acquiesced in his request, didn't ask him why he thought he could be useful to him as a little captain, and replied straightforwardly: "I will."

He also had questions for Grace.He took Grace's hand and let the fingertips actually touch his new scar, "If I died then, would you cry for me?"

Grace said without hesitation: "Yes!"

Alan Stone was content.

He understood his feelings for Grace on the battlefield.The first night after being shot is the most dangerous, and no one can guarantee that he will survive it.In the chaos of the fever, he thought of only three people all night: his mother, William, and Grace.

For the first two, he was sure that if he died, they would cry for him, and he hoped that they would eventually forget him; as for the third, he didn't know if he could get a tear from those pure green eyes , and hope that the maid never forgets him.

Alan Stone stayed in Grace's small bedroom until dawn and told Grace everything he had heard in the capital.