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."

he knew that she would feel this way then why

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

am not sleeping with her." he said in a

into our home

it more than clear on the wedding that he did not want her to play the role of his crown princess. In

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

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 a man she did not know well

warm, you should have your bath before it

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

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

from after one glance. In simple terms, he was hot,

like, his thighs and legs were

they had been fighting, she did not get the chance to admire it

to help you scrub

in 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

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

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