The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 137: Run away.

Chapter 137: Run away.

Malia had the voice of an angel and the face of succubus, she was like a seductive demon come to life. Sigrid was very confident in her looks but meeting Malia tickled her a little. The other two sisters were just as beautiful and just as seductive. One was playing the flute and one was dancing, moving as if she was boneless.

The wind was obviously in love with her because it lent her assistance, blowing through her hair and the long silk arms of her dress as if a gigantic fan had been placed directly in front of her.

"Men would kill for one and the prince gets all three." Someone whispered.

The whisper brought Sigrid out of her mind and back to the present. Mauve had already found her position by Sigrid’s side. The rash and emotional lady-in-waiting was pulling the arms of her dress up.

"Maury, get me my large rolling pin, I will flatten these women like dough and bake them in the sun."

"No." Mrs. Elsworth fiercely glanced at Maury. "If you bring that rolling pin I will make you its first victim." She whispered sternly and gently pushed Lanai aside. "Your highness, I propose that we handle this with care, we should first find out who the three women are and what their purpose is."

Sigrid maintained her calm and grace, moving forward with all the poise of a crown princess and royalty. She walked towards Roland who was sitting in a chair with one leg crossed over the other. His facial expression was unreadable for he was neither smiling or frowning.

It was difficult to tell if he was enjoying the performance of the three beauties or not. One one hand, he could have been enjoying it but keeping the joy to himself and on the other hand, he was possibly annoyed or irritated but didn’t care to voice it out loud.

There were two empty chairs on his side and six knights standing guard behind him. Sigrid sat down on one of the chairs on his right hand side. Sir Samuel pulled the other one behind and Mauve also took a seat.

Sigrid placed her hand on Roland’s arm. "So, what are watching?"

He turned his head and looked at her. "You are back. How was your trip to the mage estate?"

"Fun." she answered. "We have company I see."

He glanced at the once and brought his eyes back to her. "My mother has ordered my cousins to live with us for a while. There home was apparently infested with snakes which gave them a big scare. Their parents are out of the city at the moment and I have been tasked to care for them."

Sigrid let out a snort, she did not believe that crappy put together story. The De-Kensington family was large with many estates all around the kingdom. Even if the cousins did not move to the Vale, they had many housing options to choose from.

"Can we send them back?" she asked directly. "I won’t lie to you, I am not a fan. Your mother’s De-Kensington family has a tradition of marrying cousins to each other whenever they seek to grasp power and magical talent.

You are the crown prince, I am sure that more than a few distant uncles or cousins of your mother have sent their daughters your way."

Roland grimaced as if she had poked him on a sore spot. "I have never indulged or dreamed of involving myself in that mess. I propose that you get your facts straight, it is not just the De-Kensington’s, other families do it too."

"We don’t."

The Thorin family did not indulge in in-house marriages. Even if was a tenth removed cousin whose connection was thinner than a strand a hair, they would not accept such a tradition__or madness as her grandfather called it.

"Your family is one of a kind in many ways." he moved his eyes from her to the women that were performing, Malia’s voice was becoming louder. It was almost as if she was on a mission to shatter every glass on the Vale with her high pitch.

He turned his head abruptly and whispered to her, "We can always send them to another house, I have five more in this city alone."

She turned her head to reply, it was an abrupt act that brought the faces close together. So close that she could smell her favored brand of magical wine on his breath.

"You have been in my wine collection again."

He smiled lazily, neither denying nor admitting to what they both knew to be true. Unexpectedly, he chuckled, a low sound that sent an odd warmth through her. "What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine, isn’t that right? Or are you telling me otherwise?"

"I’d never say dare to say otherwise. Who am I to deny the crown prince what he wants?" she responded, her voice as low as a whisper ad her words layered.

Roland’s breath caught, his cool composure wavering. "And what us it that you think I want right now?" he whispered back.

Something between them changed, the air suddenly became electric. For a long, fragile moment, they stared at each other. Malia’s voice faded into nothingness as did the sound of the music. The world beyond the two of them seemed to be still and contain nothing and no one but them.

Sigrid’s voice faltered as she murmured. "You want to run away with me?"

"Run away?"

She nodded. "To Stormwind castle. Me and you. No cousins and no watchful royal eyes. It can be considered to be our honeymoon, we did not get to go on one after our wedding anyway.

Emmah is tied up in her movie right now, Benjamin was sent to Sheepfield by your father because of rumors of a plague. Your father is still the king and he is of sound mind, capable of ruling the kingdom.

My businesses are on track, I don’t need to supervise them daily. I think a two week or month long holiday away from the city could be good for us."

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