The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 91: Are you a dog?

As they walked, the farm hand, enthusiastically ignored the ambiguous atmosphere between the crown prince and princess and he continued to explain the intricate process of coffee cultivation, from the planting of seeds to the roasting of beans.

The prince listened with genuine interest, if it was something that could help Eldoria develop, he wanted to know more.

At one point, the farm hand offered them each a small basket to participate in the coffee cherry harvest. Roland had never personally participated in any farming activity but he willingly joined the other workers.

With a playful smile, he reached for a particularly ripe cherry but accidentally brushed Sigrid’s hand. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them faded into the background.

A spark of recognition and a whisper of attraction danced between them, although neither spoke of it.

As the tour continued, Roland found himself captivated more not just by the beauty of the plantation, but by the Sigrid’s serene presence and her free laughter every time the farm hand made a bad joke.

Sigrid, too, felt a flutter of anticipation each time his gaze lingered on her. Though they remained polite and reserved, their interactions were infused with an unspoken promise of a deeper bond yet to be discovered.

By the time they reached the tasting room, where the finest coffee blends awaited, the air between them was charged with a newfound electricity.

Sigrid never thought she was the shy type, but she was certain that she was experiencing a a big bout of shyness because he kept stealing those cryptic glances at her. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

"Oh well, as long as it’s not about Emmah." she thought.

As they sipped the rich, aromatic brew, their eyes met once more over the rims of their cups, and they shared another promising smile.

kind of tour she had been expecting. Why the hell was

step to the side and cozied up against her, his arm brushed against hers gently and she clenched her hand around the cup. Even something as little as this closeness was

wrong with me?"

fine?" Roland whispered

and she felt a little nip that followed. Sigrid’s eyes widened and she drew in a sharp breath, tilting backwards, she looked

worked there and yet somehow the man had no shame and he was brave enough to do something like that

the spark in his brown eyes

she whispered

women in the room chuckled and Sigrid felt embarrassed so she put down the coffee cup

was practically running and Roland was on her heels. She was swooped up before

shouted in shock. "What are

ease and laughed, "I am avenging myself because your peacocks attacked me. Since I cannot punish them, you will

are you

and mounted his horse then extended a hand down to her. "Come on, let’s go back to horse, I

with ease, putting her at the front, he put

like this before,

my grandfather was

slow trot, wanting to enjoying the ride for as long as he could. This was an

a faint accusation that I detect

to be taken on strolls, receive flowers, be called on. At

extreme."