The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 111: Maybe we should divorce.

Chapter 111: Maybe we should divorce.

At the Vale, inside Roland’s study he and Sigrid sat face to face eyeing each other with uncertainty in their eyes. It was time for the second face off, and this time there were not other parties to intervene in the conversation.

They were still waiting for complete privacy in order to begin which was hindered by Roland’s butler Charles who was poring him a glass of wine. He was moving slow as if they had all the time in the world.

When he finally put the glass down in front of Roland, he could not resist making a comment.

"Day drinking eh, your highness." he said, with humor in his voice and yet he shot Sigrid a glance that was the opposite of humor for it was accusing. He thought Roland was day drinking because of something Sigrid had said or done.

"Thank you Charles, you may be excused." Roland responded.

His voice carried a sternness which Charles detected and he realized that it was not the time for jokes.

"Sigrid, why did you hide the danger threatening our lives from me?" He questioned her as soon as the door clicked shut.

His voice which a mix of confusion and frustration echoed through the study.

She lowered her head and started to chuckle deeply, the sound held a hint of sorrow and amusement. Sigrid raise her head and responded, "Take a look at where we are Roland, couldn’t the answer be more obvious?"

He looked around, confused by her words, was she referring to his study?

She went on further, solving the confusion. "I have been here at the Vale for over three months now. When a noble man marries, especially one that has property and a title he takes his wife to his major estate and introduces her to his friends, servants, administrators.

He lets everyone know that their is a lady of the house, one whose duty it is to run the home and some aspects of his business. Have you done that for me?

You married me and dumped me here in your town castle, you did not introduce me as the lady of the house. When you were gone, your barrister would show up and update butler Charles on everything that is happening at Castle Stormwind."

"That is not a major problem..." Roland started but Sigrid would not here of it.

"In my dream, you took Emmah to Stormwind, introduced her to everyone." She scoffed, "You got rid of your horses so that she could raise cattle and chicken. If I had not meddled in things when you returned, the two..." she raised a finger and shook her head, "No, three of you because Benjamin would be there too. You three would be at Stormwind by now, and she would be measuring the windows for new drapes while you both kissed her large feet."

Roland twisted his face, appearing to be significantly disgusted at that.

Sigrid sighed. "I have never meant to deceive you Roland but I will not lie, it was also never my intention to let you in on this secret. I don’t know where I stand as your wife, even if I did tell you you would not believe me or worse you would dismiss my concerns as you have done often."

His brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

She looked at him, her gaze unwavering. "Time and time again, I have tried to warn you, to share my worried and thoughts on Emmah, but you ignored my words. I told you to keep a distance right from the day you returned with her but did you listen? Don’t think I am not aware that you visited her early this morning."

She threw her hands up in frustration. "It was dawn Roland, hell it was still dark outside and yet you sneaked out of our bed like a thief to visit that hussy."

"I received an emergency letter saying her condition had worsened overnight and she was at death’s door." he loudly defended himself. "What was I do to?"

"And was she at death’s door?" Sigrid raised her voice as well.

He looked down, filled with shame because Emmah had not been at death’s door. She was coughing blood and she had a fever but other than that no sign of death.

"No." he admitted reluctantly.

He grabbed the glass of wine but before he could use it as a balm to soothe his turbulent feelings, Sigrid asked him another question.

"What did she want?"

He clenched his hands, hesitant to share what Emmah had requested because it would prove Sigrid right.

"I can summon the maids working for her and question them so will you be answering my question or do I have to pay a few gold coins for information?" she dug deeper, deliberately.

Sigrid already knew what Emmah wanted, she just needed Roland to admit it with his own mouth.

He poured the entire glass of wine down his throat and muttered, "She wants to return here. She cried and said that she was lonely and scared in the house which was rented for her. When I firmly refused to bring her back here she asked me if I could take her to Stormwind. The doctor said some fresh air and relaxing scenery will escalate the rate of her recovery."

"Ha!" Very loudly, Sigrid exclaimed. "Would you look at that, another event from my dream has come to life." Again, she reminded herself that his actions were driven by the lucky halo, a part of him was still being controlled like a puppet.

Still, this did not mean she would sit back and watch as he surrendered to Emmah. She looked at his hand, the ring she had given him was absent.

"Where is the ring I gave you?"

He looked up and recalled where he had left it. "In the bedroom, I forgot to wear it in the morning."

"It is a magical artifact to help prevent your mind from being manipulated. Make sure that you do not go anywhere without it from now on." She softened her voice and continued, "We are planning a ball together Roland, one to prove to people that we are a happy couple.

If you are seen sneaking in or out of Emmah’s house all of our efforts will be wasted. You may not believe in my dream but I don’t want you to ruin my efforts to keep us all safe and alive."

"I did not go there with bad intentions Sigrid, believe me. I will never involve myself with Emmah romantically, I am just paying off a debt." He moved towards her and sat down next to her. Slowly, he lowered his hands to her arms and made her look his way, into his eyes.

"I told you Roland, it is not about what you say it is about what you do. You have shown me a lack of trust, making me feel as if my opinions do not matter. How can I trust you when you say one thing and do another? Maybe we should just divorce."

Roland was taken aback, the weight of her words sinking in. He realized then just how deep his actions had driven a wedge between them to the point of his wife considering divorce.

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