The sacred right side of a certain comic

In the carriage heading to St. Petersburg, Anastasia leaned on the chair cushion, her two delicate little hands folded on her slender thighs, and she secretly looked to the side with her vivid and beautiful eyes from time to time.

There was a heater in the carriage, and the rising heat seemed a bit sultry. This made Her Royal Highness take off her waistcoat and coat and hang them on the wall of the carriage, revealing a pair of white and fragrant shoulders.

"Godfather, where are we going?"

Although Anastasia always gives people a quiet and cold impression in front of outsiders, in fact, Her Royal Highness prefers to be more lively with people close to her, such as being noisy with her family, such as... with her godfather. Let’s talk and laugh together

"Wherever you want to go, my little fairy~~ No matter where you want to go, I will accompany you."

Roy turned his head sideways and stared at Anastasia's elegant and refined face. His hand subconsciously reached over and grasped her small hand wearing a white silk glove. The heart of the

Grand Duchess accelerated. A little, her beautiful eyes looked forward,Her face showed a little bit of joy and shame, and her drooping head was very shy, just like the flower blooming age of fifteen or sixteen years old.

After letting herself calm down a little, Her Royal Highness said in that soft and clear voice:"……I live in the summer palace most of the time and am not familiar with St. Petersburg. It is up to the godfather to make the decision. No matter where I go, I will be happy as long as the godfather is by my side, even if it means staying in the church for a day. Also willing."

She mustered up the courage and confided her lingering feelings in a light voice.

Because she was a princess raised in a boudoir, Anastasia did not have the freedom that ordinary girls did. She faced many challenges in most of her life. She is all about the luxurious life of the palace and does not know the sufferings of the people. Of course, she cannot be blamed for this. This is the situation that the royal family of any country will have. Children from poor families have no food and clothing, while princesses from the royal family have no freedom. In Roy's view, In fact, the daughters of capitalists are happier. They live a luxurious life but are not bound by so many rules. They can be said to be the ladies of the upper class. Roy held the Grand Duchess's jade hand and gently squeezed her palm with his fingers. , after thinking for a moment he said:"……Go to the St. Petersburg Bolshoi Theatre. I haven't seen a play with you yet."

There are really not many entertainment activities in this era, so we can only have these elegant fun. If we were in modern times, it would be much simpler. We could take Her Royal Highness to go shopping, have a meal, watch a touching movie, and find ways to spend time. I stayed very late and went straight to the hotel on the excuse that it was too late. How could there be so much trouble?

"I still like drama."

Anastasia's eyes lit up and she said happily. After all, she is still a young girl. In this era of lack of entertainment, drama and the like will always make people like it, but this kind of elegant entertainment is inconsistent with The general public had no chance.

After opening up the conversation, Her Royal Highness was like a cheerful lark. She chatted non-stop with Roy and told him all the trivial things that happened at home. This was the only life of Her Royal Highness. Things, in her opinion, the only things she could talk to her godfather about were the messy things in the palace.

"Tomorrow I will go with my mother and sister to visit the injured soldiers from the front line. I am a little scared. Godfather, can you go with me?"

Anastasia grabbed Roy's sleeves and said pleadingly. Her big eyes were watery, pure and charming, but some worry and fear could be clearly seen between her eyebrows.

This is considered a tsar. The family has a fine tradition. As the Queen and Princess, they will organize activities to visit soldiers, and whether it is the Queen or Anastasia's two eldest sisters, they are all qualified nurses. Today, although Anastasia is old She is still young and does not need to participate in the medical treatment of bandaging and rescuing soldiers, but as a princess, she must also visit those soldiers.

"It's just to visit the soldiers on the front line. Your mother and sister have been there several times. Why should you be afraid, my little fairy~~ Although you are still young, your status as a princess requires you, You have to understand what those soldiers sacrificed on the front lines fighting for their country."

Roy stroked Her Royal Highness's beautiful hair that flowed like the Milky Way, and at the same time added another sentence in his heart: Although this is an unjust war of imperialism

"But aren't all soldiers rough, savage, violent, wanton and cunning... I hate these things."

Anastasia bit her lips, with a trace of disgust on her face. If Roy, who was still an ordinary person in the past, heard these words, his favorable impression of the princess would plummet, but seeing the Grand Duchess grow up But Roy knew that she couldn't be blamed for this. He had lived in the palace since he was a child, and everything he saw and heard was the luxury of the nobility. It was normal for Anastasia to have such thoughts. She didn't like rude things. Because her world is full of elegant etiquette.

This may be the reason why the Russian royal family has such a fine tradition. It hopes to let the children in the palace see the real bottom. The people's lives can be ignored, but the soldiers must go Visit, because this huge army is the guarantee for the royal family to rule this country.

"I know my idea may be wrong, but I will try to correct it, and I will go with my mother and sister tomorrow."

Her Royal Highness pursed her lips and whispered.

"I will also accompany you to give you courage, my little elf~~ So just smile happily now."

Roy saw the fear and worry on the girl's face, so he comforted her.

"As expected, my godfather was the best to me."

Anastasia leaned like a kitten, putting all her weight on her and leaning on Roy's shoulders.

Roy could feel the stiffness of her body. Due to the girl's shyness, he shook his head and hugged her shoulders, which made the Grand Duchess's delicate body soften.

While chatting all the way, the carriage drove into St. Petersburg and stopped in front of a splendid building. It is the famous St. Petersburg Bolshoi Theatre, whose full name is the Petersburg Mariinsky Theatre.

After arriving at the destination, Anastasia quickly sat up straight, put on her coat and waistcoat, and also put on a very tall veil on her head. French style, a white turban like a wedding dress, covering the beautiful face that is alluring.

A doorman wanted to come over and pull away the carriages, but a royal guard quickly stopped the doorman. When the doorman After seeing the badge on the carriage, they also shrank their necks and stepped aside. At this time, the arty nobles also came to the door of the theater. After seeing the badge on the carriage, they also stepped aside like the doorman, showing Showing his respect.

The guard opened the car door and Roy stepped out first. He looked around before standing sideways in front of the car door and politely stretched out his right hand.

A hand with a white silk The little hand with quality gloves poked out and fell into Roy's palm. Her Royal Highness held the corner of her skirt with her right hand, bent over and lowered her head, and walked out of the car gracefully, stepping on the ground with her light silver high heels. After getting on, she hugged Roy's arm very naturally and put her body close to him affectionately.

Feeling the girl's well-developed tenderness, Roy and Her Royal Highness walked to the theater, and the surroundings were quiet along the way. Silently, the most arrogant noble also lowered his head to show respect. Her

Royal Highness, the noble princess of Tsarist Russia, has always been on the side of being worshiped by others.