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."

muttered under her breath. If he knew that

had he. Once again, Roland stopped her, this time it was with one hand and the other tipped her

am not sleeping with her."

when your sister proposed it so you knew where I stood on the matter and yet you still went ahead and brought her into

play the role of his crown

hands out of his hold and took a moment to gather her thoughts. Her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Did she want to shout, yes, did she want to punch him, absolutely. Did she want to run out of the room, grab and toss Emmah into the fire in

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 a man she did not know

you should have your bath

chested, and

were well defined, shaped to perfection as

body that one could not look away from after one glance. In simple terms, he was

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

had been fighting, she did not

maid in to help you scrub your back?"

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

beat up any woman he interacted with? Had she

to the bathroom, but not before kicking away the cloak