The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 66: A new version of Roland.

Chapter 66: A new version of Roland.

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

Sigrid’s lips curled upwards, she came to 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. "Find me a 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 I 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,

I trust this letter finds you in soaring health and spirits. I 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 give me the mystic crystals with the entire season, now I 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 home when you know what hidden ambitions she harbors. Her mere presence in your home has 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 I advice you to seek the help of the queen.

Should you say the word, your father and I 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 I forget, I am reminding you once again to do the needful which we discussed on the morning of your wedding, you know what I mean.

Please, dearest, write back to me with 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 same time.

Cosmos laughed and stood up, "Your mother is hilarious, do the needful huh! I 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 I left you were still sleeping and I did not want to disturb you. I 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, some jumped 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, I am fine."

Roland was not convinced, "I noticed some bruising when I 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 the fork out of her hands, he had a smile on his face, her comic like behavior always made him desire to laugh. "You have a penchant for violence, my wife, if you were a man you would made an excellent sword mage."

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

"You have been playing with swords, I 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 report me to the king?" she asked.

He scoffed, "Now why would I do such a foolish thing like reporting my own wife? We are married, your crime is my crime just as my crime is yours. Aren’t you the one that gave me that we are on one boat and I am the captain and you are the co-captain speech."

"I did not refer to myself as your co-captain." She pulled her hands out of his. "But I am glad that you understood what I meant. In light of that, what do you intend to do about Emmah, she cannot live here indefinitely. Do we have a plan for her?"