The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 90: A most hillarious welcome.

Chapter 90: A most hillarious welcome.

In the courtyard of the Thorin estate, a formerly peaceful afternoon turned into sheer chaos and Roland experienced a rather hilarious welcome to the home of the duke. This was because a crown prince that was known for his impeccable elegance and unspeakable strength was fighting off a muster of peacocks.

Roland could not understand why the birds had attacked him, all he had done was give them one look of admiration but apparently that was all it took to offend them.

One of the peacocks, the most majestic and feisty one led the attack, after letting out a series of of alarmed squeaks.

The peacocks moved in solidarity, charging like a well trained army as they squawked and shrieked. One pecked at his polished boots, another nipped at his royal sash, one was trying to rip out his hair and others took the opportunity to nip at any part of his body that they could access.

The courtyard echoed with laughter from the estate staff and the knights who simply didn’t know what to do. General Paxton laughed the loudest, at the top of his voice. He clapped and cheered the peacocks on.

Suddenly, the leader of the peacock gang let out a very loud honk and pecked Roland’s backside, his arms flailed, he stumbled back and fell into the fountain that was in the middle of the courtyard.

"Aaah!!!" Sigrid screamed and covered her mouth.

As Roland emerged, drenched and sputtering, the victorious peacocks strutted around the fountain triumphantly.

"What are you standing around for? Help the crown prince." Lanai shouted.

The knights unfroze and rushed to Roland’s aid, quite a bit late as he stepped out of the fountain with a sword in hand, shooting the peacocks a piercing deadly glare.

As if they sensed the danger, they turned and run away, shrieking loudly as they escaped for their dear lives.

"I will have their heads." Roland’s growled out.

Sigrid dashed towards him and she held her arms out, "Roland, those are my grandmother’s peacocks, you cannot behead them."

He looked at her and growled, the peacocks had humiliated him, how could he spare them. They needed to be de-feathered and stewed or roasted. The stupid peacocks were food, not pets, he never understood why people raised those darn birds.

"Your highness, your in-laws are watching." Sir Samuel whispered to him.

Roland looked away from Sigrid and saw the many eyes on him, especially those of his in-laws. General Paxton looked like he was waiting for an opportunity to fight him, the duke was frowning in disapproval, the duchess looked worried, as worried as his wife was. If he harmed the peacocks, he had a feeling that he would never be welcome on the Thorin estate again.

He remembered his reason for visiting, he had come in peace to pay respects to his wife’s elders, so he lowered his sword and put it back in the sheath.

"What lovely birds you are raising, your grace." he said in a bitter voice as he looked at the duchess.

Duchess Mila covered her mouth and laughed, "Sigrid, take him on a tour of the coffee plantation before you both come in for lunch. Oh, and give him a change of clothes."

"Yes grandma." she answered. She tugged on Roland arm, leading him to the horses. "Come on, it will be faster if we ride our horses there." She waved at her family and set off.

General Douglass was quite confused, Sigrid had mounted the horse with ease. "Is my daughter wearing trousers?"

"It’s called a pleated skirt pant." his wife answered. She flipped back her skirt to show off the trouser inside, "This was designed for me personally by Sigrid, I have many more like this. I must admit that working in the farms and riding horses has become much easier with these skirt pants. I gave birth to a very wise daughter." she added, beaming with pride.

"She has not made anything for me." The general mumbled. "Oh well, she brought that arrogant prince over and the peacocks taught him a lesson on my behalf. I feel very satisfied right now."

The duke and his son laughed softly.

"I think they were aiming for Sigrid." The duchess joined them in laughter.

"They know better than to go near her." Iryne snorted and then she laughed as well. "Did you see that one that bit his bottom, Its the one Sigrid named Pepper. I must say that it matches its name quite well."

Paxton Thorin sighed as he put a hand around his wife’s shoulders. "It’s too bad that this scene was not recorded, I would love to watch it over and over."

"Who says says that it wasn’t?" Duchess Mila pointed at a camera made of crystal which was used in the shooting of lady Blanche on their estate. "There is one in the hedges that was recording the whole thing."

"We can play it for him while we are having lunch." The duke suggested.

"Now I am even happier than I was before." Paxton declared.

The Thorin’s continued to laugh as they walked into the house.

Meanwhile, Roland and Sigrid arrived at the edge of the plantation and he dried off and changed his clothes in one of the green houses.

When he came out her was the prince the Eldorian’s were familiar with, tall and poised, exuding an air of quiet confidence.

"Is this the coffee plantation?"

His deep, thoughtful eyes took in the beauty of the plantation, it was much bigger than he imagined in his mind. The coffee fruits looked smaller than he had thought, he had imagined them to be the size of the big oranges Sigrid had planted at the Vale.

"Walk with me." she told him.

He joined her and they embarked on a walk through the plantation, one of the farm hands that considered himself knowledgeable was leading the way, explaining how coffee was grown to the prince.

Roland was listening, but every so often, his eyes stole a glance at the princess beside him. She was not her usual chatty self but rather graceful and elegant, holding herself with regal composure.

The fierce beauty of her features betrayed a hint of boredom and an unspoken allure that drew his gaze. She walked with her hands at her side and his eyes for some reason moved to them. He felt an urge to grasp one of them, her hands were soft and warm despite the few negligible calluses, he liked holding them and interlocking his hands with hers.

As if she sensed that his thoughts were on her, she turned her head and met his eyes, then smiled. Her smile was innocent and yet it still captivated him and caused a minor flutter in his heart .

Roland was feeling at peace, simply walking with her, which he did not understand. At the lake, he had assumed he was feeling peaceful around her because of their serene surroundings, now, there was no lake.

Was it the plantation? Did it also possess the wondrous effect of making his heart and mind calm or was it her, the woman that he once found to be an eyesore.

He looked at her again and by coincidence, their gazes clashed once again. She turned around and started walking backwards while facing him with that smile on his face again.

This time, their was a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Is it beautiful?" she asked.

He looked into her sparkling green eyes and answered, "You are."

She almost tripped after hearing his answer but he moved quickly and grabbed her waist.

"Be careful."

He moved her backwards slowly, guiding her steps and she let him, it was almost as if they were dancing. The enchantment of the coffee plantation seemed to weave an invisible thread between them.