The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 62: Subtle seduction.

Roland felt uneasy when his wife acted dutiful by offering to help him undress for his bath. The unease, he surmised was a product of the guilt which was eating away at him like a worm munching on leafy greens.

He knew how she felt about Emmah, she did not like her that much was obvious. But, what was he to do? Emmah had saved his life, she was ill and there was no proper place for her to spend the night.

She had started to cry when he offered to put her up at inn and she coughed up blood, he could not very well leave her out there to suffer when he had a castle with ninety bedrooms, twenty of which were set aside for guests.So, he brought her over reluctantly, he did not see the trouble in it.

After delivering the news to Sigrid, he drew in a breath filled with suspense, waiting for her to explode in anger, march out of the bedroom and drag Emmah out. If she did not react that way, he expected her to sob and threaten him before running off to her duchy of her family to complain.

Unexpectedly, Sigrid did neither of things, she just moved her hands to his coat and started unbuttoning it. Her silence made him uncomfortable, he had come into her bedroom prepared for a fight.

He caught her hands to stop them from moving, it prompted her to look up into his eyes.

"Aren’t you going to say anything in response to what I have said?"

She shook her head, her shoulders lifted up slightly in a shrug, "It is your castle Roland, you are allowed to bring as many guests as you wish."

He bit down on his teeth, for some reason her response angered him more than her silence. Anger, he could understand but indifference was confusing to him.

"I know that you are angry, you feel betrayed Sigrid and I cannot begin to understand what you are feeling."

breath. If he knew that she would feel this way then why do

she had said nothing and neither had he. Once again, Roland stopped her, this time it was with one hand and the other

sleeping with her." he said in a

you still went ahead and brought her into our home anyway. Am I angry, maybe, I don’t know but I don’t have the energy to argue or fight, it’s your castle not mine." She scoffed, "You seem to be displeased that I am unwilling to weigh in on the matter but do I even have a right

role of

her thoughts. Her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Did she want to shout, yes, did she want to punch

were greater than any other desire so she stopped herself. Nobles did not marry for love, they married to continue the lineage, jealousy was not a useful emotion. Besides, of what use was it to be jealous over

is warm, you should have your

her hand, the cloak and coat were on the floor. He was standing before her bare chested, and she could not resist taking a peek. He had a muscular build that was a result of years of

and arms were well defined, shaped to perfection as a result of thousands of hours spent wielding his

not look away from after one glance. In simple terms, he was hot, Roland Maximus was possibly

Sigrid wondered what the rest of him looked like, his thighs and

last time she had seen his chest, they had been fighting, she did not get

a maid in to help you scrub your back?"

and confused Roland even more. He did not understand why her question displeased him. First, it was

woman that sent her knights to beat up any

the bathroom, but not before kicking away the cloak