The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 141: At Stormwind.

One week later, Sigrid finally set her eyes on Stormwind castle. After a slow journey in a carriage, nothing made her more glad than her feet touching the ground.

She had always wanted to see Stormwind castle, Roland’s fief, his main home. It was just as the book described, a massive castle and horse farm built from weathered gray stone that seemed to rise from the cliffs themselves. A wave of cold wind blew past her, sweeping her cloak upwards. She tugged it closer in search of warmth.

A larger cloak was draped over shoulders by Roland and she grateful for it.

"Aren’t you cold?" she asked.

He shook his head, "This is my territory, I have long grown to the weather." He took her hand and they started a slow walk on the castle grounds.

The scent of wild flowers and the sea mixed with an earthy aroma tickled her nose. The sound of the waves hitting the rocks was filtered in her ears, her eyes took in the sight of the wild grasslands, so massive like a green sea stretching towards the horizon.

Because of its large size, she could take the entire tour on foot so Roland put her on a horse and climbed on behind her. As it walked, he pointed out all the important features of the castle.

They visited the famous stables, home to herds of magnificent horses famous through the kingdom. Some were inside, others were roaming freely on the grass. Even more were racing really fast as if the wind itself was their competition.

A winding stone path took them to the Stormwind racetrack. It was built in the shape of a circle, like a bowl that was lined with black wooden fences and flanked by grandstands carved into the earth.

It was noon and horses were already racing, and the roars of cheers from spectators mingled with the sound of the ocean and earth that was being stomped. The racetrack had a particularly tricky section that curved dangerously, every time horse approached that point, spectators held in their breath and sat on edge with their hearts pounds.

always this crowded?" she tilted

his head lower to respond over the sound of the crowd. "Mostly, in winter the numbers dwindle. In the summer we are always at a maximum because of various

suddenly and Sigrid’s body jolted forward. In a rush to steady her, Roland quickly moved his hands aiming for

away. "Crazy!" Sigrid looked around with guilty eyes as if they had been caught in a crime.

to blame. Before he could deny however, he realized that he liked the embarrassed shade of red on her

former position at her waist and tightened unnecessarily. He

hissed. "Whatever you

the horses as were on them. It was hard not to notice them when they were dressed expensively and had knights shadowing them on horseback and a dozen maids at least.

internet, they would be

around and they continued their tour. They visited the arena which was used for show jumping, a hall of valiant riders which had portraits of all the great horse racers Stormwind castle had nurtured over the

had little remnants that were locked away in crystal cases like hair

paused by one portrait which of a familiar face. It was a boy at around the age of fifteen or sixteen, he was sitting shirtless on the back of a majestic white horse. They horse was standing at the edge of a cliff, the trees in the portrait looked

almost as if he would dare the horse to jump off the cliff at any

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over her shoulder, he was standing right behind

how time flew by so quickly. I was once

cut in and