The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 66: A new version of Roland.

"When should | set up the meeting?" Brolin asked.

Sigrid’s lips curled upwards, she cto a realization that she needed to have a neutral location, a place where

she could deal with her private business away from the eyes of other people. Her restaurants were good but they

were public, if members of the Pixie Moon organization visited them often, someone would realize something

eventually.

She did not want to take chances, especially not when she had an enemy like Emmah with that special halo on

her head.

"Should I just beat them up and bring them here in a sack?" Cosmos offered his help in his usual violence is the

solution way.

"Not here, we need a house." She looked at Brolin. "Finda house, it needs to be close but not too close for

people to poke into my business. Put it under my on of brother's names that way nobody raise eyebrows when |

visit often.

It should be large enough to have space for a plantation so that we can keep up the ruse of the Thorin’s

venturing further into the agriculture business."

There was a pitter patter of feet outside the door as someone approached, so they all kept inside. The doors

swung open and in walked Lanai, with a letter in her hands.

"Your royal highness, there is a letter from your mother." Lanai said quickly as she placed the letter in her hand

down next to the newspaper.

The letter was sealed with wax and a seal of the Thorin house. Sigrid opened it immediately and she perused

through the contents.

My Dearest Sigrid,

| trust this letter finds you in soaring health and spirits. | write to you under urgency and out of concern as word

has reached our ears that Emmah spent the night at your house. Whispers that she is moving into the Vale

permanently are already circulating through the city.

Your situation is already being compared to that of Princess Nirvana, the wife of the crown prince in the rise of

lady Blanche. Your brother has refused to givethe mystic crystals with the entire season, now | have to wait

and view one episode a day like every other normal person, how ridiculous!!

My dear, marriage is a complex and delicate bond, you cannot allow another woman into your hwhen you

know what hidden ambitions she harbors. Her mere presence in your hhas planted seeds of worry in my

heart and that of your father.

The crown prince may be unhelpful given the lack of an emotional tie between the two of you so | advice you to

seek the help of the queen.

Should you say the word, your father and | are also willing to bring the matter before the king. You should know

that you have our full support and counsel, not to forget, your father’s sword which he is sharpening should

there be need for it.

Before | forget, | am reminding you once again to do the needful which we discussed on the morning of your

wedding, you know what | mean.

Please, dearest, write back towith candor, your family has your back, as you like to put it. You are not alone

in this, my darling Sigrid.

With all my love and deepest affection

Your mother.

She folded the letter and handed it back to Lanai.

"Burn it." She said stiffly.

Only her mother would write a letter that was fifty percent ridiculous but serious at the stime.

Cosmos laughed and stood up, "Your mother is hilarious, do the needful huh! | guess she needs to receive the

bed sheet with actual proof of consummation instead of Rina." he chuckled as he left the room.

Brolin followed him and as he left, Roland entered the dining room, he pulled up a chair next to Sigrid rather go

all the way across the table where his actual seat was.

Sigrid put down the spoon in her hands, dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a napkin and faced him with

one eyebrow raised quizzically.

She could not understand why the man that loathed her so much was sitting to sit so close and share the same

air with her. Wasn't he afraid that she had poisoned the oxygen? He had a smile on his face, which made her

rather uncomfortable.

Sigrid wondered if he was going to drop more good news about Emmah, his kind of good news which was

probably that Emmah was moving in permanently or perhaps she was going to Stormwind castle and he was

taking her there.

"Your highness," she said in a formal voice.

Roland did not like the formality in her voice, it was as though she was talking to a stranger. He took her right

hand and kissed the back before holding it hostage temporarily.

"Good afternoon, my dear. How are you feeling? When | left you were still sleeping and I did not want to disturb

you. | thought that you needed the rest after the festivities of the previous night."

She was bold, but not too bold to discuss their bedroom affairs in front of his knights that had spread out in the

dining room.

"It seems my wife is not very comfortable discussing such affairs in the presence of others," Roland noticed her

discomfort and decided to handle things decisively. "Leave us."

The knights bowed and left, sjumped through the windows, to Sigrid’s great amusement.

"Now that we are alone, we can talk comfortably." Roland took his hand back. He got one of the wet but warm

towels sitting on a gold coated tray and cleaned his hands. "Do you need a doctor to take a look at you?"

He lowered his eyes to the junction between her thighs. Sigrid was a bit mortified and she pulled her thighs

together tightly.

"No need, | am fine."

Roland was not convinced, "I noticed sbruising when | checked..."

"You checked me!!" She growled out and picked up a fork as if it was a sword.

He caught her hand easily and pulled

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As he talked, he looked at her fingers and noticed a few calluses.

"You have been playing with swords, | see." he said slowly.

Sigrid waited for the women are forbidden from touching swords and you are guilty of this and that talk but it

never came, which surprised her.

"Won't you reportto the king?" she asked.

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