I caught an angel

Flora was extremely embarrassed, and immediately stepped forward to hug Dickens. She stood next to the tall and slender angel, and she was very petite and exquisite.

With such a pounce, it didn't look like the queen took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, but rather like a fallen angel who took the initiative to embrace the queen.

His hand holding the queen's waist is more like a proof, which is irrefutable.

Flora held his cheeks, kept dropping delicate kisses on his chin, and said flatteringly: "Dickens, don't be jealous, I just haven't seen Nora for too long, and I'm worried that she won't sleep well the first night , so I can’t help but think about it.”

Dickens calmly corrected: "She's just your sister, I'm not jealous."

He didn't know whether he was saying that he was careless enough to make his sister jealous, or that Nora was just a sister and not a lover, he didn't care.

Upon hearing this, Flora looked at him carefully for a moment, doubtful: "Really?"

Dickens looked away, his eyes wandering a bit.

After a while, he said: "If the Queen is afraid that His Majesty will say something bad, you can go and accompany her tonight. It just so happens that I am not ready to share the bed with Your Majesty."

What Dickens said was true. He was indeed not ready yet. Thinking of kissing the Queen during the day, inseparable intimacy, and possibly even closer at night, he felt a little... looking forward to it, but the shame was even heavier.

Flora really wanted to go and accompany Nora, but when Dickens mentioned 'sleeping in the same bed', she was a little hesitant and didn't really want to go.

Flora rolled her eyes cunningly, and said, "There's no rush, it's not completely dark yet, I can wait to accompany Nora later."

Dickens couldn't help looking at her, and then his eyes fell into Flora's blue focused eyes.

Flora couldn't help straightening her waist, spread her legs on both sides of Dickens, and half sat on Dickens' body.

Flora stared at him for a long time, and ordered: "Dickens, carry me to bed."

Dickens was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually turned into rejection...

Flor stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his white robe from the collar, revealing the chains underneath.

She stretched out her fingers to gently stroke the chain, and pulled it again. There was a crisp sound of the chain, and the chain was pulled by her, and the rough touch grazed the delicate skin.Dickens' lips trembled slightly, and Flora's tone became more serious: "Dickens, this is an order."

Dickens raised his eyes, the originally gentle eyes were occupied by unknown colors.

Flora couldn't tell what kind of eyes Dickens had at this time, but she could only judge from the feeling that it wasn't disgust.And this kind of look added more seductive colors to him, making Flora's desire even worse.

Dickens grabbed Flora's waist and leaned forward slightly.

He hugged Flora tightly and pressed her into his chest.

Dickens stood up with Flora in his arms, suddenly hanging in the air so that Flora subconsciously let go of the chain, and instead used both hands and legs, one hugging his neck and the other clamping his thin but powerful waist.

Dickens's lips moved, but he didn't say anything, he just hugged Flora, bent down and put her on the bed.

Flora loosened her limbs and sank into the soft and elastic bed.

Dickens wanted to get up, but Flo stretched his hand on the chain.

However, the chain is only symbolically wrapped around the angel, and it has no redundant function except to restrain the magic power.

Dickens was not restrained by the chains, he stood up straight, like a gentleman with restraint, and quietly looked at the queen on the bed.

She was still wearing a complicated and beautiful dress, and she was lying on her back looking at Dickens.The hand still kept raising and did not retract, biting his lower lip slightly, looking a little unwilling.

Flora slowly lowered her hands, crossed them on her chest, and asked, "Dickens, can you help me ask Anna for a pajamas?"

Dickens Wei Dun, then said: "Of course."

Then he stepped back and cast a tentative glance at the Queen, but Flora did nothing, and Dickens opened the door to find Anna.

Anna didn't wait outside the door. On the far left of the top floor, there was a room dedicated to personal servants resting.

It is more convenient for them to serve the host on the same floor.

Previously only Helena lived here, but now Anna lives here.

Because Anna took away the position of the queen's personal maid, Helena looked at Anna with resentment in her eyes.

But Anna didn't give her any response. When Helena started to prepare the supplies in Grand Duke Nora's room, she would occasionally come in and out of the room.

Anna kept her eyes closed, maintained a devout posture, and silently prayed to the queen in her heart.

Helena stared at her for a while, but after finding it was useless, she left sullenly.

After hearing that Helena's voice disappeared, Anna breathed a sigh of relief. Although she hated Helena, the head maid, she was still cared about by Grand Duke Nora after all. She had to respect her a bit.

Anna thought so, and then, she heard the sound of her own door knocking lightly.

Anna was a little strange, if it was Helena, she would just push it away.

If it is Grand Duke Nora or Her Majesty the Queen, they will directly ring the bell in the house, and they don't need to come to her in person.So, who is outside knocking on the door?

Anna opened the door suspiciously, and saw the angel husband who was deeply loved by the queen.

Before leaving the room, Dickens has consciously tidied up the hem which was messed up by Flora. In front of outsiders, he is still an angel of abstinence who is indifferent and rejects others thousands of miles away.

Seeing the somewhat sluggish head maid, he just said indifferently: "Flora wants her pajamas."

Anna came back to her senses and knew that this was the purpose of Mrs. Wang's visit, so she hurriedly said, "Please wait a moment, Mrs. Wang, I'll go get it right away."

Dickens groaned, stepped aside and let Anna go out to get her pajamas.

While looking for pajamas, Anna guessed the queen's intentions. 'It stands to reason that if the queen needs anything, she can ask them to take it and send it over, instead of asking her beloved husband to come to find a maid alone.

The queen did this, as if she was able to dismiss the king's husband...

Thinking of this, Anna paused for a moment, then slowed down visibly to the naked eye, and stood in the closet for a long time, before handing the neatly folded wine-red pajamas to His Majesty Wang Fu.

When he took the pajamas, Dickens snorted unceremoniously, and said in a cold tone, "You are really obedient, and you really cooperate with her."

Anna swallowed her saliva, feeling as if the husband seemed to know everything.He knew that the queen was deliberately pushing him away, and he also knew that she was deliberately dawdling.

The fallen angel who 'knew everything' was slowly walking in the corridor, as if waiting for a signal, he was not in a hurry to enter the house at all.

And the queen who deliberately dismissed the fallen angels immediately conjured a piece of mithril the moment Dickens left the room.

She kneaded the mithril, and used magic to cast the mithril into the shape she wanted.

Gradually, the mithril took shape and turned into a somewhat large lock ring, one of which still dragged a not-so-long chain.

Flora fiddled with it herself, and the lock ring was fancy enough to open it without a key, just the right switch.

While Flora was studying the lock ring, the door was pushed open and Dickens came in with her nightgown.

Flora subconsciously hid the lock ring in her sleeve, then looked at the fallen angel frankly and seriously with pure and innocent eyes, and said with a smile: "Dickens, you are back."

Dickens hummed.

With her hands still hidden in her sleeves, Flora said cheerfully, "Dickens, come here."

Dickens paused, walked over slowly according to the words, saw Flora stand up, and immediately said, "I won't help you change your clothes."

"..."

Flora said calmly, "Then what if I ask you to do this?"

Dickens frowned slightly: "Queen, please don't embarrass me."

Flora pushed forward and said shamelessly: "But I really like the way you are being embarrassed."

Dickens fell silent, Flora took a step forward, looked up at him, and asked again: "Are you really unwilling?"

"Yes." Dickens said softly.

Flora raised her head and continued to ask, "Then can I punish you for disobedience?"

Dickens let out a sigh of relief: "Of course, I am your prisoner, you can do whatever you want with me."

Although Flora didn't intend to ask him to help her dress herself, but after hearing what he said, she still couldn't help complaining, "But you don't even want me to ask you to dress me."

Dickens whispered: "So you can punish me."

Flora looked at him thoughtfully, stood on tiptoe, unexpectedly took out the shackles she made, and shrank them around the angel's neck very quickly.

Dickens touched the shackles around his neck... or the collar with his fingers, and it was cold to the touch.

Flora looked at the handsome angel looking down at her 'collar' with a dazed look on her face. Her thoughts of 'defiled purity' were getting higher and higher, but instead of being ashamed of it, she became more and more obsessed.

Flora made a new request: "Dickens, spread your six wings."

The angel who was studying the 'collar' froze, and the feeling of being touched by the root of the wing last time recovered almost instantly.

So strong, so domineering, and obviously nothing happened, but Dickens felt as if he had lost the ability to control his body.