The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 147: Cute when embarrased.

Chapter 147: Cute when embarrased.

The Thorin’s were lying again. It was true that they had not set the fire which killed Rina but they did make a plan to kill her. At the debutante ball which was held by the queen once a year, they planned to release some snakes and have one bite Rina.

That same ball was the one which Phoebe had led to the death of Nathaniel who was accused of sexual assault by Rina. After Rina died, the plan was scrapped.

"Let’s forget it. We are all far away from the capital and have been on the road for a whole week. Who can dare to suspect us of having a hand in a fire on the Windrider estate? We have perfect alibis because we don’t even need to lie about where we are." Sigrid moved her hands around, gesturing for everyone to calm. "I suggest that we all go and freshen up then return here for dinner and the viewing of three unreleased episodes of the rise of Lady Blanche."

Lady Iryne gasped and jumped up eagerly, at the same time Roland found himself on his feet. As soon as he stood up, shame swept through his body. He blushed, and closed his eyes, wishing that he was anywhere but there.

He could feel the eyes of the Thorin’s on him, even without looking at them, he could picture the smiles on their faces.

General Paxton was the first to laugh, he bellowed so loudly that the sound vibrated in the walls. He was joined by Sigrid and then Lady Iryne. Roland could not stand the shame anymore, he turned around fled the room.

The sound of their laughter followed him as he crushed into Jesting who was bringing a bottle of wine into the room.

The wine bottle flew into the air, its contents spilled on the ground. A knight leaped up and caught the bottle in time, preventing it from falling and breaking.

"My apologies Jesting." Roland rashly apologized hastily and continued to flee.

The poor butler was left puzzled, he had not seen the crown price so flustered in a very long time. So much so that he had lost his princely aura.

A minute later, Sigrid found Roland in their bedroom with his head buried in a pillow. Muffled groans came from his mouth which made her giggle.

"My love." she approached the bed and gently tapped his back slowly. "My love, are you planning to live the rest of your life with this pillow over your face?"

He responded by groaning even louder and deeper, he couldn’t help worrying about the fact that he would never live the embarrassment down. Where was his dignity? How had he been so bewitched by television?

Sigrid covered her mouth to hide her giggles but the small sharp sounds could not be contained by the ordinary palm of her hand. "Come one, it was not so bad. I promise you that when I left, nobody was laughing anymore."

Like a shy child, Roland slowly raised his head and peeked at Sigrid. "How bad is it? How thrilled is your father tight now?"

She pulled him up and her arms went around his upper chest. Her head found a resting place next to the crook of his neck.

"My love, we are all family. As you interact with us, the more you will begin to realize that there is no such thing as embarrassment between family members. Before this day ends, John will have made at least ten stupid statements. My mother will have done at least five silly things. My father....." she sighed. "You will see with time."

"Really." he sighed in a small voice.

Sigrid nodded, "We are Thorin’s. I am more amazed that you did not run out of the room after hearing about the fire my mother had asked someone to set. To me, that is more troubling than your innocent excitement over Lady Blanche."

As she comforted him some more by lightly patting his chest and arms, she thought about the fire and recalled the one she had set. It was quite uncanny that her mother had done the same things, like their thoughts traveled along the same wavelength.

"Or villains think alike." A suggestion came to her from Cosmos.

Sigrid was inclined to disagree, the Thorin’s were not truly villains. Apart from killing to protect themselves and concealing gold, they were not the worst people in the kingdom. They were more like canon fodders and not the villains the novel had made them out to be.

Then again, it was told from the perspective of the female lead and everything that stood in her way was bad.

"I must say that you look so cute when you are embarrassed. I have seen many sides of you but never this one before. Your face has two expressions normally, a stoic cold face or a smiling one." She laughed openly, softly without mockery.

"Hmph" was his response.

What are you thinking about now?" She asked him.

"Your smile."

Sigrid’s lips curved upwards. "My smile, what about it?"

One of his hands found her bare arm and slowly caressed it. "I was thinking about the day we married. When you found me drunk like...."

"A skunk." she interjected with a quick remark before he could finish his sentence.

"I have no idea what that means but if it refers to being as drunk as fiddler then yes." he said. "You glared at me as if you would take my head right off my neck in that very moment. I had seen you smile at me so many times that I never dreamed I would see a day when you looked at me like that. You did not smile at me, not then, not during the wedding and not when I returned from the battle."

"I smiled." she croaked out.

She could not remember accurately if she had done so but she believe that she had. But as the memories came to her, she realized her smiles had been as fake as Emmah’s illness.

"An impure smile." he commented. "When you stared at me coldly at the hunting ground, I remember thinking ’drat, what have I done now and will she punch me again?"

Sigrid threw her head back and laughed so loudly that the maids outside of the doors became curious. A sound like that had not been heard inside Stormwind castle in so long.

Most of the servants from Stormwind were happy, not only did they have a lady of the house but she had also brought them gifts like clothes, candy and jewelry.

She made the crown prince happy and their castle finally had guests after serving only the crown prince for so long. Excitement bubbled in the floors of the castle as the servants run around to do their best and show off their skills.

Only one person was not happy, Lettice Yorke, the daughter of Roland’s first governess.