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 ruckus in wonder. The sounds

the white knights had a few 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

that he had fallen victim to her her charms. However, weren't they going at it a little too

the rage had been removed and it had

him right on the nose. He groaned and grabbed

"Stop moving." he roared.

part of his body seemed to be

she stopped moving, who knew if she would lose her head, she was not taking any chances. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her arms moved upwards, she wanted to wrap

caught them before they could reach, with one hand, he imprisoned both of her hands. Sigrid was not reconciled,

go of me you mad man." she

moving or else this fight will take on a

could see that the fight in him had dissipated, the scowl was gone. She stopped moving, her body came to a standstill

best, not knowing that it would

"I win." she declared.

not use his magic in the fight?

you use magic, I will still

when he thought about using magic during their fight. Had she read his mind or