The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 97: Killing with a borrowed knife.

The happiness of the new changes in the system made Sigrid laugh, unexpectedly, it was more useful than she ever thought. With tools at hand, she would not have to work so hard to turn around everyone’s loyalty.

"What is making you so happy?" Roland asked. He could hear the smallest sound of laughter coming from her mouth. It was as if she was trying to control it but she failed miserably. "Do you like being in my arms so much?"

She rolled her eyes, hoping that he would not notice. Her husband had quite the big ego. Sigrid was about to respond when she felt Roland lowering his hands. They moved from where they had steadily been around her waist and trailed lower.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He patted her backside gently and replied smugly, "I believe that it is called hugging."

"I think we have two different understandings of the meaning of the word hug." She chuckled slowly.

Despite her words which can have been taken to mean assumption, she did not make any effort to move away. Her hands just patted his back gently, like she was comforting her baby. Roland found himself happy, he thought suddenly that he was glad he had married her. She was very soft, she smelled nice, was warm, understanding and wise, able to discern every situation with accuracy.

The momentary feeling of like was doused by a reminder that this was the same woman with whom he had been so uninterested in.

His emotions fluctuated and he convinced himself that it did not matter, the past was gone, they had a future to look forward to, so what if he did not dislike his wife? Wasn’t it natural to like one’s wife?

"How was court today? Did you speak to your father?" she quizzed.

chin against the neat hair on

knights to their residence, he found that they were digging a tunnel which leads to the palace. In that tunnel, they found weapons being stocked, military uniforms and other things indicative of the intent

said I should say, that for the survival of our Maximus family and the good of the kingdom, it is imperative that they be

have asked his father to spare the women and children at least. He would have advocated for their exile and his father would have thought him weak and incompetent. There was

suddenly and looked into her

kissed

her eyes, expecting to feel his lips on hers. Instead, he kissed the top

gaze. He chuckled at her reaction, content to leave her in that state for the rest of the day. As much as he would rather have carried her upstairs and engaged in a lust

make me forget myself sometimes, my princess." He took a deep breath. "Let’s go and meet your first lay-in-waiting and you can meet my advisors." He led her

today?" he asked one of the

escorted her here. Mrs. Elsworth insisted that they become familiar with their new environment, starting with the the crown princess’s favorite places on the

in the direction of the plantation slowly, taking their time as they were in no hurry. While they walked, he asked her questions about her magic and how it worked in the

united front when meeting new people in our home, especially the servants.

butler, the fish market at the port which her father controlled was a perfect place to prove this theory. The fishwives or women

While that gossip was limited to their communities, it had extended to the lives of the nobles thanks to

your butler know about fishwives?" she

warned though, once he starts describing the various types of fish bait, run or else you will end up with worms or leeches in your hands." he answered with a smiled that told an amusing story that