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."

an A-hole." Sigrid muttered under her breath. If he knew that she would feel

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

am not sleeping with her." he

say that you are your highness, in fact I have not said anything at all to stop you from bringing her over. I already said no when your sister proposed it so you knew where I stood on the matter and yet you still went ahead and brought her into our home anyway. Am I angry, maybe, I don’t know but I don’t have

role

yes, did she want to punch him, absolutely. Did she want to run out

not a useful emotion. Besides, of what use was it to be jealous over a man she did not know well except through what she had read about him and the few

you should have your bath before it gets

her hand, the cloak and coat were on the floor. He was standing before her bare chested, and she could not resist taking a

shoulders and arms were well defined, shaped to perfection as a result

chiseled with a toned chest and rock-hard abs, he had a body that one could not look away from after one glance. In simple terms, he was hot, Roland Maximus was possibly the hottest man that Sigrid

eyes lingered on him greedily, Sigrid wondered what the rest of him looked like, his thighs and legs were bound to be

time she had seen his chest, they had been fighting, she did not get the chance to admire it as

a maid in to help you scrub your

response, which befuddled her and confused Roland even more. He did not understand why her question displeased him. First, it was her attitude towards Emmah’s presence, she did not care and now it was her willingness to send in another woman to assist him

woman that sent her knights to beat up any woman he interacted with? Had she reformed? What was going on with

and marched to the bathroom, but not before kicking away the cloak and coat that had fallen to the