The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

When His Majesty came out of the dining room, the bodyguards who had been standing in the corner of the room followed him.Walking outside the door, there are also guards in the corridor, and there will be two people standing on the left and right of the corridor every few steps.

Grace wiped her face vigorously, feeling ashamed.He cried again.

Fortunately, the guards in the palace don't like to watch the show like those servants in the villa.These guards all stared ahead and remained motionless. Only when King Louis passed by would they break away from the sculpture state and salute respectfully to the king and Grace.

Alan Stone chased him out, calling his name rashly.

Grace held back her tears when she was in the restaurant, and now she doesn't want Alan Stone to see her crying.

He looked at His Majesty for help, without turning around.King Louis looked down at him slightly, turned around and said to Alan Ston: "Captain Ston, please convey to me that everyone here today will have 'breakfast' together at eight o'clock tomorrow morning." He spoke At that time, he blinked half his eyes at Alan Stone as if he had succeeded in a prank.

After walking a few steps with His Majesty, Grace turned her head slightly under the cover of her hair, and through the cracks in the curved hair, she saw that Alan Ston was still standing still, watching them all the time, standing upright.

Turning a corner, Grace said heartily to King Louis, "Thank you," for taking her away from that table.

King Louis whispered in his ear: "Is Captain Ston older than you?"

Sure enough, he had already seen that the Marquis of Nakoren was lying!Grace was flustered, "He...was born two months after me."

The king chuckled and kissed his hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm just asking casually." Then he suggested very politely: "Please stay in my room tonight."

This time, Grace didn't refuse again.

Of course His Majesty lived in the best room in the villa, the bathroom was very spacious, and the marble bathtub was bigger than the one in the Earl's room.At this time, the bathtub has been filled with hot water, not completely transparent, and soap and essential oils have been added.The servants were all sent out, and he and the king were alone in the house.

His Majesty didn't speak, just looked at him, he shouldn't be angry, but he didn't smile either.

Grace sometimes felt that their king was like a child with too much power, and other times he felt that he was deep and unpredictable.

With a slump in his heart, he untied the belt at the back of his waist: the outer skirt, the petticoat, and another petticoat... fell to the ground one by one.

King Louis unzipped the straps of his jacket with his own hands, and helped him take off the jacket that tightly strangled his waist and abdomen. He was left with only a long shirt, and the hem of the shirt was the last cover for his lower body.

"Do you want to keep this?" His Majesty gently hugged him and asked affectionately in his ear.

Grace couldn't help feeling grateful again.

He had used the bathtub once in the earl's room, but His Majesty's bathtub was obviously more refined, as soon as he entered, he could smell the fragrance of flowers floating on the water.He lay down primly, with the towel laid out by His Majesty's servants on his head, one hand pressed the hem of the clothes covering his lower body, and with the other hand he picked up a flower petal from the water—it was a violet again.

People in this country know the name "violet" because it is a symbol of the royal family, but not everyone knows what the flower looks like.Grace could recognize it because he had peeked at Madame's botanical prints.

He asked King Louis, "Is this a flower that grows in a warm place?"

"Yes." His Majesty replied.

Grace was a little afraid to look at him.King Louis is unbuttoning.Grace was somewhat resistant to seeing him naked, and he was disgusted with the deformity of the body...maybe it could be called a "sickness".He was also afraid that if he couldn't control his eyes, he would show a surprised expression when he saw His Majesty's "there".

"I thought you liked tulips the most." He stared straight ahead, like the guards.

"Yes, I like tulips the most." His Majesty raised his legs and stepped in, making waves on the water in front of Grace.

Thank goodness he kept his shirt and drawers.

His Majesty leaned against Grace, and the two looked at each other's faces. Their bodies were soaked in a puddle of water, but they were both wearing clothes. They were both frank and dishonest.

Grace felt that His Majesty's expression became more and more serious.

King Louis suddenly stood up and fell over Grace.He kisses Grace on the cheek, then his eyes.

"Your tears are beautiful," said the King.This kind of flirtatious words were spoken by him very solemnly at the same time, but also very graceful, as if he was reading a script by Jean Racine.

"Tell me, why are you crying?"

Lesson Grace learned from the Earl of Arundel: Don't play dumb around people smarter than you.

"Because...I used to resent her...my mother."

His Majesty bent his knuckles and rubbed his face, where a tear had just rolled down not long ago, "Then do you resent him?"

Grace never admitted that she resented Old Ston.He used to always say that he had never seen that man and didn't know him; he only said that he blamed his mother for being so easily deceived by a man.

"Hatred."

"Do you still hate them now?"

"...I don't hate it anymore."

"Then why are you crying?"

Grace looked at him blankly, "Because..."

"You're still hating them and mad at them for leaving you alone."

Grace slowly opened her mouth wide, tears fell from her eyes one by one, he thought of his mother's blurred facial features, of Oldston's tombstone, of Sophie, of Orisa...he hated them!Die so easy!

King Louis kissed his wet face tenderly, and sighed softly: "I seem to have known you for many years."

Grace told King Louis the story of her mother Mary and Oldston's love, which was told to him by Mary herself.When Mary died, he was only six years old, but because those stories were told too many times by Mary, they were firmly engraved in his memory.

Mary was picked up by Old Ston at the port of the New World.

Like many poor people who could not live in their own country, her family bought a boat ticket with the last bit of money, pinning all their hopes in that distant and strange place.

After the ship docked, Mary was the only one who disembarked.Her family members died of smallpox on the boat, and their bodies were thrown into the sea.She was only 13 years old at the time.

Mary had taken care of smallpox patients on board. After disembarking, the people at the port did not allow her to leave the port and burned her belongings.It was already spring then, but Grace's mother told him that spring in the New World was colder than here.

After only one night, she was about to freeze to death, curled up in the corner that someone else had marked out for her, wrapped in a blanket that a kind person gave her.

Old Ston, who entered the port with his merchant ship, saw her.

In order to prove the integrity of Old Ston, Mary repeatedly emphasized to Grace that she was not beautiful at all at that time, and she was crowded below deck with a large group of people for more than two months, her body was dirty and smelly, and she looked worse than a cat. Onion sacks aren't much better.

Old Ston was alerted that the girl might have given him smallpox.

Oldston had never had smallpox and was at great risk, but he couldn't stand people mistreating a child like this—13-year-old Mary hadn't eaten much bread and looked like a child.

Not even the servants dared to step forward, Old Ston walked over alone, took off his coat, wrapped the dirty and smelly Mary, picked him up, and brought him home.

"Luckily, none of them got the disease. Sophie said milkmaids don't get that disease easily. My mum used to work as a milkmaid when she was in Ireland and that probably saved her."

"Then they fell in love?" His Majesty asked curiously, "Who loved who first?"

Grace smiled slightly.

No one expected that within a few years, that dirty, smelly little Irish girl would become the most famous beauty in the area, and the color of her hair would become the favorite color of all the servants and farmers.

"At first, my mother thought she fell in love with..." Grace hesitated, still unable to say the word, so she had to use the old name, "...Mr. Knowing how to speak here, when Old Ston went to the backyard to lead the horse, he would often teach her a few new words and teach her to spell - no one would tell a servant how to spell a word - and she felt that she loved it in the process. Fucked him. But she found out later that old Mr. Ston had been silently loving her for a long time, and he just endured it all the time."

Grace let out a long breath, "My mother loved him until death."

He never told anyone the story.If possible, he would rather tell Sophie, or William.But Sophie kept saying that it was the stupidest thing in the world for Mary to be a man's mistress, and William... being Mrs. Ston's son, was obviously inappropriate.

As the story's first listener, King Louis concluded: "This is true love. You are the child of true love."

This is much more sincere than the compliment he said when he first met Grace, "illegitimate children are smart and beautiful".

Grace agrees with what he said.He knew the word "love" earlier than the average child, and in his heart, love has always been what Mary did to Old Ston.Now let him say it again, and he can say it more profoundly: both beyond lust, and not of accursed sin, and like-minded with each other.

"If you regret it and want to withdraw that promotion order, that's totally fine," the king said again.

Grace exclaimed, "How can that be done!"

King Louis was a little surprised, "Aren't you angry with them?"

Grace would not be angry with William when she was angry with anyone, "Your Majesty, if you believe me, William is the best person in the world...except you."

"William? Is it Major Stone? But he keeps you a maid."

Grace couldn't tolerate such hints from others. He waved his hands excitedly and knocked the water out of the water, "I lied to him! I told him that I had a good life in the villa!" An upright person like William would never imagine that he was familiar with These people are so obedient and vicious.

King Louis laughed and held his excited hand, "Don't be angry, I didn't speak ill of that major..." He couldn't help rubbing his fingers against Grace's face again, scraping off the drops of water that fell on it. go down.

He is so beautiful, especially with the look on his face at this time, King Louis blurted out: "Maybe he is just afraid that you are too beautiful and will be married away early, and wants to keep you in the villa for a few more years..."