Chapter 142: Never leave me.
It was the very first time that someone was seeing the reality in the picture, seeing it for what it truly was. A cry for help, a young boy that was drowning in loneliness and on the brink of actually leaping off that cliff.
"It was a tragic day, worse than any war I have ever fought." Roland eyed the portrait with anger. His hands went around Sigrid’s waist, hugging her in public.
He did not care that there were other people in the hall, visitors at Stormwind. What he needed to feel steady like his legs were on the ground and lately, Sigrid made him feel that way.
The knights surrounded them, keeping the visitors at bay, especially the ones that those crystal cameras in hand and were taking pictures of everything they saw.
Sigrid did not make any move to be separated from him and she just raised her right hand and caressed the front of his head which was buried in her neck. She did not need a high IQ to guess that something had gone wrong on that day, something that left Roland feeling raw. She also had no doubt that it had to do with the way he was raised.
"You are my family, right?" he asked her.
The question startled her, and it reminded her of a scene in the novel when Emmah was at Stormwind castle and she told him that she would be his family. Now that she thought about it, Roland had just taken her on a tour of this hall. They had not hugged as he was doing now, they had just held hands.
It looked like she had successfully stolen the plot and whatever blessings Stormwind castle had to offer had been diverted from Emmah to her.
"Yes." she answered automatically.
"You will never leave me, right?" he whispered.
are one. From the day we got married, I became your family and
as thick as thieves and
his mother-in-law Iryne inquiring on his well-being and complaining about the rise of lady Blanche. His
the golden pocket watch that his
Thorin had given him
some cousins who went out of their way to do nice things for him, invite him
should consider myself lucky in that
you married me." she
his chest when he stood in front of the portrait dissipated. They remained in that position for at
he could set it on fire, or have a horse trample over it. It
and they existed the hall together without looking at other portraits. They made their way to the house because Sigrid was ready
of the castle were they lived was far from all the noise and activities. Just as she
a dog, what sounded like utensils crushing to the floor and then a shadow. Sigrid found herself with an arm
thrust it into Roland’s hands. "You could not leave the damn dog behind. We came for a couple’s honeymoon and yet I
eyes were not focused on Roland but Sigrid
when we were leaving, what was I supposed to do?
a humph through her nose as in denial of
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