The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 20: A not so typical wedding night....2

Before her hand could come down, something in her warned her to stop and she did because she was never one to ignore her instincts.

Her hand was hovering slightly above his cheek when she noticed that his eyes were open and the scowl on Roland's face had returned with a vengeance and his mood was dark, darker than the feathers of a raven.

He growled like a bear and reached his hands out, Sigrid was not sure if his intention was to shove her away or pull her down and strangle her. Either way, both options were not very attractive to her at the moment.

Reacting out of sheer instinct, she drew her hand back and brought it down to defend herself. Roland rolled away, the punch landed on the mattress but her right leg was grabbed out of the blue.

She moved quickly, aiming her fists at his midsection and successfully got one hit in, he let go of her leg and she sat up, locking eyes with him.

A silent mutual understanding passed between them, thick tension grabbed a hold of the air as they faced each other, a challenge was laid down.

Sigrid moved first, attacking Roland with precise strikes using her hands and feet expertly, better than most of the knights in the kingdom. Roland responded to each attack with perfect defense, protecting the weak and important parts of his body.

He did not stop at defending, he also attacked her, increasing the brutality as the fight went on for longer than he thought. He had brushed off her words when she said she could match him in close combat and he was coming to realize that she was right.

As the fight intensified, so did the emotions and parts of their clothing were ripped like his shirt and the lower half of her wedding dress.

The sound of their breathing became hoarse and louder as they clashed like enemies, everything was a weapon so they crushed the furniture and broke the porcelain. Their shoes and even the food which had been placed on the table prior to their arrival were thrown and and forth.

the servants and wounded knights whose pride Cosmos had shattered listened to the ruckus in wonder. The sounds coming from the bedroom were very questionable, to their ears, husband and wife in the bedroom were

questions on their minds, beginning with why the crown prince that hated his wife was willing to sleep with her? Even though she had forcefully captured him, engaging in relations was a different story, she could not force him, she was

beautiful, it was not surprising that he had fallen victim to her her charms. However, weren't they going at it a little too roughly? At this rate, the

had been removed and it had been replaced with a different emotion that neither one

her hair came undone, she threw her head back, headbutting him right on the nose. He groaned and

"Stop moving." he roared.

his body seemed to be responding in

would lose her head, she was not taking any chances. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her

both of her hands. Sigrid was not reconciled, she moved her head from

go of me you mad man." she

this fight will take on a very different direction."

in him had dissipated, the scowl was gone. She stopped moving, her body came to a standstill and she locked eyes with him once more. They were both breathing heavily,

very best, not knowing that it would push them to their

"I win." she declared.

ragged breaths, she was clearly crazy. How had she won when he did not use his magic

magic, I will

thought about using