The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 82: A bellyrub for Sigrid.

Chapter 82: A bellyrub for Sigrid.

It struck Roland then, that his wife was either simply talking crazy or she was absolutely crazy because what she was saying was insane.

"Surely you jest." he said.

Sigrid shrugged, "That’s just me, I would ask the people to surrender and if they resisted I would do the needful. What would you do if you were in Karlton’s shoes?"

He looked out at the lake, the small ripples danced along at the smooth surface which reflected the moon’s glow. The serenity of the lake house and its surroundings made him think that it would be a pity if all this was destroyed just because one man wanted to rule. War was never a good thing, it killed men and destroyed families.

"I would probably give it up, We mages believe in the laws of nature, Karlton’s physical disability was a decision made by nature not man. The Silberuss house has prospered for years, they have wealth and power, to want more would be greedy."

Sigrid held in a sneer, "You would choose peace and acceptance but would peace and acceptance choose you? You have said it yourself that there are rumors about him being the rightful heir to the throne. Some noble houses are ready to stand with him should he ever make a move, they have been hoping for this to happen for years, it goes to show that peace was never an option."

Roland pushed away the plate, suddenly the food before him was not appetizing anymore, and he was satisfied.

"Can we discuss something else, talking politics reminds me of almost every interaction I have ever had with my parents. Why don’t tell you tell me about your horse, why did you name her Venom?"

"It’s from a movie...." she drew her words out as she realized what she was about to say. "Move, from a move that she makes, she springs and kicks like a snake that spits venom so I call her Venom."

She lied through her teeth very quickly, hoping that he would not ask questions like what is a movie because she had definitely said the word movie.

Her response made no sense, it was just like her, she was a puzzle to him, one that he had yet to put together and make sense of. What kind of woman named her horse after snake venom? His sister Thalassa had a favorite horse that she had named Flower and his own mother’s favorite horse was named Lilibud. They gave them gentle floral names which made more sense compared to Venom.

Then again, the horse had almost chomped on his hand so it had a temper to match the name.

"Is it my turn to ask a question?" Sigrid asked as she started helping herself to the blueberry cheesecake.

She closed her eyes as soon as the cake hit her tongue, it was rich and tangy and sweet. Her eyes widened as she dug a spoon into the whole round cake and took another bite.

"This is good, Galen was right," she covered her mouth and mumbled out.

Every bite was full of flavor and left her craving more.

"I will take this cake to bed and embrace it then kiss it and roll around in it." she moaned and mumbled through more bites.

Roland was not sure what to do with her statement, but he knew for sure that if she was taking the cake to bed to kiss and roll around in, he would be there. How could he miss an opportunity to see the look she was making on her face right now?

She looked she was drowning in a sea of passion, because of cake!!

"Make sure that when you roll, you end up on top of me, I will be glad you give you an experience more heavenly than the cake."

He leaned forward and winked at her.

"You are not even subtle at all." she answered.

He picked up a spoon and dug into the cake, as he raised it to his lips he replied, "Why should I be subtle, we are husband and wife. What we do in the bedroom is blessed and it brings us both pleasure."

She scoffed. "Mmm, you need to make time to visit the Thorin estate with me. Now that you are back, you must pay your respects to my parents."

Roland’s face was washed with a scowl, he was not looking forward to that mandatory visit. He knew just much the Thorin’s didn’t like him and with Emmah living at the Vale coupled with the ridiculous rumors going around, they would probably welcome him with pruning shears, or maybe a fork and a sword. He could think of many weapons they could use to threaten him.

"Will noon tomorrow be okay?" Sigrid asked. "We can have lunch with my family and you can take a tour around the only coffee plantation in all of Eldoria."

That bit brightened up his mood, he liked coffee although the taste was new to him.

"I never thought that there was something in the world whose taste could rival products of the mage farm. That coffee is really delicious, especially with milk. Where did you find a crop that is unheard of?"

"My brother John, he has restless feet so he is always on the move and wherever he goes, he brings back seeds, recipes and trinkets from his trips. I never thought I would put any of those things to good use someday but here we are." she shrugged.

She reached down for another helping of the cheesecake and it was pulled away by Roland.

"Clear the table, leave the wine." he ordered the servants. and he handed the puppy to one of them.

It was done in a few seconds and then Roland moved his chair closer to Sigrid’s. He gave her a glass of wine, with a smile on his face unlike the glower on hers. "If you eat anymore of that blueberry cheesecake I can guarantee that you will be moaning for the rest of the night, and not in a sexy way."

She looked lost so he explained further, "The blueberries, cheese and the milk used in this particular cake are from the mage farm, that’s why the taste is different from what is sold in outside shops.

The advantage of every edible that comes from a mage farm is that the taste is superior however the disadvantage is that eating too much can have side effects like vomiting, a very active tummy."

He lowered his hand to her stomach and laid it there for a moment, not moving, waiting for her to react. Roland looked into her eyes, and saw surprise but no revulsion so he was emboldened and his hand started moving around in circles on her stomach.

"Does it hurt now?"

Sigrid frowned, why the hell would it be hurting in the first place! Also, why did he have to come so close that she could smell the blueberries on his breath? And why in the world was his hand warm? Why the hell was she feeling funny inside from a belly rub?

"May I kiss you?" he asked.

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