The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 161: Philandering ways.

Chapter 161: Philandering ways.

The following morning, Roland did not go riding for two reasons. One, his wife was pregnant and two, she had woken up when it was still dark outside and started her renovations. She was pregnant, he could not let her be so he followed her around and Sunny followed him.

For five hours, they had been hard at work with some servants, changing the appearance of Stormwind inside. He finally saw the things that had been brought in the six carriages that had come with them.

The Thorin’s had brought five extra carriages as well, all with things that Sigrid wanted to use in decorating and renovation.

In the grand hall, she had added custom-designed furniture, plus sofas, modern chandeliers made of cascading crystal orbs. The dark heavy curtains had been replaced lighter ones which were light gold and cream colored.

Unnecessary portraits had been taken down and replaced with new framed pictures and art. Roland would it not call it art, pictures of frogs on leaves and rain falling down was not art to him. He especially disliked the pictures that replaced horse portraits. Nevertheless, all the ridiculous art managed to look good where it was, which he grudgingly admitted to Sigrid.

The biggest change which he still couldn’t understand was his dungeon, a place meant for holding and questioning prisoners. It had been scrubbed clean and turned into a cinema. Sigrid had called it state of the art cinema with plush recliners and immersive sound systems, a new product of the mage estate.

They were now on a break, having breakfast while other people did more renovations which he was sure would take a full week.

Breakfast was outside, on the grassland. This was because Sigrid wanted to oversee the arrival of the cattle, goats, sheep, chicken and ducks. Roland had sent his solicitor and knights to purchase as many of these animals as they could find from nearby towns, villages and cities.

He didn’t think they would get the job done so quickly and impressively. Already, two hundred cattle had arrived, one thousand chicken, three hundred ducks. They had acquired two hundred sheep and three hundred eighty eight goats. Someone had even sold them ten geese and two donkeys.

Jesting, the ever efficient butler had already hired sixty three farm workers to care for the birds and animals and after breakfast, Sigrid wanted to educate them on the care of each breed specifically.

Roland was about to bite into the waffle when the ducks and chicken started to fight. They startled the cattle, which startled the horses. Suddenly it was a noise competition on the highland.

"It has become really loud thanks to the new residents." Roland commented.

"They will quiet down with time, after settling in." Sigrid assured him.

She could not help feeling like she had defiled his peaceful wonderland. Suddenly she saw Sunny running towards them with a clucking chicken in his mouth and she realized what had started the fight and startled all the animals.

"Sunny, put the chicken down." Sigrid growled out.

Sunny looked at Roland, as if he was asking, ’what do you think I should do?’

"Don’t raise your voice at him." Roland said. He looked at Sunny, smiled and said in a softer voice. "Sunny, please put the chicken down."

Sunny opened his mouth, obediently letting go of his prey. He had no plans to eat the chicken, he was just playing.

"Dumb mutt." Sigrid mumbled.

"Don’t call him that." Roland picked up the dog and covered its ears, worried that Sigrid’s harsh language would hurt its emotions.

’We gave him the same order and he obeyed you. What was the difference between what I said and what you said?" Sigrid lightly slapped away Sunny’s paws that were trying to play with her hair.

"I was polite, I said please and I smiled." Roland said.

"I was polite." Sigrid grumbled.

Breakfast slowly continued, a meal for two turned into a meal for three with Roland occasionally feeding Sunny. When they finishing their meal, a bird landed on the table. It was an eagle, similar in appearance to the ones used by the mage estate to communicate. This was however was from the organization.

It came carrying a message on a note that Sigrid used magic to unseal. Whatever she read, made her frown.

"Bad news." Roland asked.

"It’s about your father and Mauve Rosewood." she answered.

Roland eyed his wife curiously. "Please don’t tell me that he has moved on from fairyland princess to your lady-in-waiting. This is-------" he raised his hands, he could not describe it.

Sigrid touched the pocket of her cloak, searching for a lighter. She set the note on fire. "Don’t worry, your father’s philandering ways have not struck again. He seems to be targeting Mauve with the intention of making Benjamin’s first wife. He plans to invite her grandfather to the castle and tell him of his decision. If he resists, he will intimidate him the way he intimidated mine."

"My father is not a philanderer." Roland’s first response and instinct was to defend his father.

"Oh yeah," Sigrid raised her eyebrows at him.

Roland was determined to clarify the matter. "A philanderer is a person that engages in sexual relationships with multiple people usually outside of an existing committed relationship.

My father had two legal wives, my mother and the dead consort. When the consort died, he initiated a new relationship with princess Elarin." He grinned, satisfied with his explanation. His eyes were practically daring her to say otherwise.

It was on the tip of Sigrid’s tongue to mention Risa but if she did, it could drive Roland to investigate and lead to discovery of the king’s first born son who should have been heir to the throne.

That secret was one Sigrid intended to take to the grave unless the secret son showed up and attempted to destroy her plans.

"Mauve should not marry Benjamin." she said, instead. "He is in love with another, if she is forced to marry your brother she will live the life of your mother. I do not think that it is fair to Mauve or any woman without interest in marrying for power to be put in such a situation. I must think of a way to help Mauve avoid this marriage."