The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Chapter 128 The Next Morning

Not long after William left, Allen called Grace up.

Grace almost woke up, jumped up and sat up, stared at the lighted curtains in horror, and asked him, "What time is it?"

It was too late, and the footsteps of servants could be heard outside the door.

"Don't be afraid, I have a solution." Allen said this, but he didn't know what to do.Before going out, he glanced back at Grace.Grace has been sitting on the bed, staring at the sheets.Allen once again felt that he might have done something wrong, but he still had no regrets.

About half an hour later, Eva followed Alan Stone with a stack of clothes and came to the wing of the Summer Palace.She picked out an easily recognizable maid's dress, Anna's.And Anna was told by her to stay in the room and not to open the door if anyone knocked.

This is the busiest time for the servants. They have to clean up the useless things made by their master last night, and then prepare everything useful for them for the new day.They came and went in the corridor, and when they saw the eye-catching Colonel Ston, they couldn't help but stop and followed him with their eyes.

A maid who knew Eva quietly stopped her and asked her why she followed Colonel Ston to the flank.Eva replied, "Give clothes to someone."

Half an hour later word spread that a woman had managed to climb into Colonel Ston's bed.

Many insisted that they had seen Colonel Stone come out of the room with the woman affectionately in his arms, and escort her to the main building, and that she could, though concealed by a cloak and face by a hood. It can be seen that the figure is slender, and the skirt and shoes of the lower maid are exposed.

Another group of people are very proud because they know the most, and they tell others with great certainty: "That is the maid of the future queen, named Anna. I have seen her, she is neither beautiful nor noble, compared to the Marquis of Nakoren It's so far away! It's hard to understand why it's her!"

When Anna was questioned about various details, Grace had already returned to her room.The girls' room was connected to his room, but his room only had the clothes he made when he first came to the palace, so today he put on his skirt again and walked out of his room door.

He went straight to the conference room.

As he expected, those adults had already sat at the conference table early.William's chair was still at the table, and they were eager to grab the space he vacated.

As soon as Grace appeared, the quarrel stopped immediately, and the subject of the meeting began to change to how the king's wedding should be conducted.

Some people said that it should be grand, so as to show the status of the new queen, that is, the status of the reformers; others said that it should be simple, so as to conform to the position and image of the reformers, and they should show the difference from the backward nobles and the church.

Grace sat quietly in her seat. He never spoke, and no one thought of asking him: "Do you agree to marry the king?"

After a while, Allen also came and sat where he usually sat.He couldn't talk to Grace, and he couldn't look at him all the time, except for a few worried glances.

Grace didn't want him to keep sneaking glances at her like this, for she was afraid of being discovered.But soon he realized that it was because of his face that he felt uncomfortable in his body.It should be the evil result of the indulgence last night, or it may be that the thing Alan got into his body didn't come out completely.

Some time later, the king came, an hour earlier than usual.

Grace stood up to greet him, and as he rose he felt weaker than he had thought.He tried his best to appear normal, and made a nonchalant expression to hide his fear.

But the king is better at masking emotions than he is.The king was always smiling, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.He asked Grace, "Why are you wearing a dress today?"

Grace couldn't answer, but went up to meet the king and kissed each other on the cheek.

His Majesty kissed his face, pinched his chin, observed his face like an object, not missing any flaws, and asked him: "Why did you get up so early? Did you have a good time last night?" ?”

At this time the king's calm face looked more terrifying than when he was drunk last night.Grace let out a cold air from her heart, and her teeth were almost chattering.He struggled a little, somewhat unexpectedly, the king let go of his grip as soon as he moved.

The meeting went on, and the lords asked the King what his plans were for the wedding.

"It will be grand, of course," said the king, "and the whole country will rejoice on that day for the king and the new queen." He kept his eyes on Grace as he said this.

"But the archbishop may not agree to notarize this wedding." A minister strongly hinted.

"Then replace him with someone who will," said the king indifferently.

Some ministers rubbed their hands excitedly, "There will be some nobles who will object, and they have a closer relationship with the current queen."

"Gentlemen, you have made so much contribution to the country, can't you shake those conservative ideas? This is not my concern, but yours."

"Of course! Of course!"

Someone couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, immediately stood up and came to Grace's side, bent down and kissed the back of his hand.

The king smiled and looked on with satisfaction, but Grace saw that his eyes were actually cold, and the muscles in his jaw showed that he was suppressing himself.

Everyone came over to kiss Grace's hand and called Grace "Your Majesty" instead.Grace figured she'd better look happy at the title, but he failed with a grin.

A minister had already developed the habit of thinking about public opinion, and asked the king: "How to persuade the people? After all, this is against the doctrine, and there is no precedent, plus the background of the new queen..."

"Find out new things from old traditions and use them for yourself. Haven't you always been good at this? There is no precedent in our country, so we should look for foreign or legendary ones. If we really can't find something suitable, then fabricate it. One. I'm sure Your Excellency will find a way, and—"

The king also stood up, came to Grace, and pressed his shoulder.

Grace looked up at him.Today Eva combed his hair, all the hair is combed in, and when he lifts his head, none of the hair falls out.

The king looked down at him, touched his ears along his neat hair, stroked his lips along his cheeks, and finally came to his neck, hooking his fingers around his neckline.

Grace suspected he was trying to unhook the lace on his collar so he could examine his neck where it was hiding.

He knew very well that if the king did this, he would find a bruise on his neck.If the king was angry at this and pulled his clothes off, he could still see a little bleeding mark on his shoulder, which had scabbed over.

The king may not be able to see that it was made by biting teeth, but he must be able to guess under what circumstances it was made, and similar marks are more under his skirt.This is what he saw in the mirror when he changed his clothes this morning.

The king's fingers had already touched his skin, and he let go of his hand abruptly, and said softly: "Besides, our new queen is such a lovely person that anyone who sees her cannot help loving her."

The adult hurriedly said: "Nowadays, people's attitude towards illegitimate children has changed, and they no longer consider it an unforgivable sin, not to mention that the new queen already has a surname..."

The king smiled happily, "That's right, the new queen already has a surname! If people are still not happy, just let the Marquis of Nakron get a divorce too, and announce Grace's mother as the new marquis, so that Grace is You are truly a justifiable Miss Marquis!"

The Marquis of Nacolon was taken aback, and stammered: "But, but Grace's mother is dead, and she is just a servant of Brigadier General Ston's family!"

His Majesty let out a loud laugh, which suddenly turned into anger, and said to everyone: "Get out! I want to discuss the details of the wedding with the queen!"

The ministers looked at each other and went out one after another.Only Allen was still standing in front of the conference table, with his hands on the table, staring at the King and Grace.

General Cromwell pulled him by the arm and forced him out.

The heavy wooden door closed, and the king said to Grace, "Take off your clothes."

Grace took two steps back, grabbed her collar with one hand, and clenched it tightly.

The anger on the king's face finally leaked out, and he strode towards Grace.Grace turned and ran, like he had once been locked in a room with only the king, fleeing between the four walls, knowing he couldn't escape.He was grabbed by the hair from behind.

His thick long hair, which is envied by countless people and loved by countless people, has become an iron ring tied to the nose of a bull. Being held by someone is tantamount to losing freedom.The cow was dragged by its nose ring and whined as it was being dragged along.Grace was pulled by her hair, but she could only hug her violent arm tightly to relieve the pain, and at the same time keep her mouth shut.He couldn't make a sound because Allen was just outside the door.

The shawl around his neck was ripped out, and the hand holding his hair became ruthless. Grace bit her lip tightly to hold back a wail.

He was pressed down on the table, his hair was pulled so hard that he had to tilt his head up hard, and his scalp was burning hot.Behind him the king said: "I gave you a chance...I waited all night!"

The skirt was lifted up, the legs were separated, the king paused for a moment behind his hand, and then thrust a finger into it.

The pain was worse than the pain of the hair being pulled. The king's fingers stirred in his body twice, turned him over, and slapped him hard on the face.

The king wanted to slap him in the face a second time, but Grace desperately pulled up the heavy wooden chair next to her and slammed it onto the king.

Both fell to the ground, and Grace staggered up, covering the top of her aching head with one hand, tears in her eyes.

The king also sat up, but did not stand up.He just sat on the ground and looked at his hands.There were strands of golden-brown hair wrapped around rings on one hand, and the palm of the other was red.

Grace wiped her eyes with her sleeve, walked around the king, and muttered, "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you announcing your marriage like that? How can I get married?"

The king got up from the ground, caught up with him, and grabbed him by the back of the neck.He didn't touch Grace's hair, but Grace immediately shrank her neck, covered the top of her head with her hands, and dodged him in horror.

The king's hand was weak for a moment, but then he pinched him harder, "Arrange your hair and clothes, I think you don't want to be seen what you are like now even more than I do."