The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 143: Lady of the house.

After the introductions, Roland watched his wife walk deeper into the castle, escorted by her maids. This included the ones that had come with them from the Vale and those that worked at Stormwind. He had made it clear that she was the lady of the house and whatever she wished to do, they had to obey and assist her.

When she disappeared from his view, he moved to his study and Jesting followed. For an old man with a bent back, he was quite a fast walker. He was also more than efficient because he had already prepared some tea and a snack in the study because it was always the first place Roland went to when he arrived at Stormwind.

"So, what do you think of my wife Jesting?" Roland took his first sip of tea and grimaced.

Jesting immediately replaced the plain tea with coffee and milk. He had already been update on all the most recent changes to Roland’s tastes.

"She is very lovely your highness, my sincerest congratulations on your on your marriage. We have all been looking forward to meeting her. Might I be bold as to berate you in your error of delaying in bringing her here." His voice held a slight tremor.

Roland was not unused to his butler’s bluntness, it was one of the reasons why he had kept the man around for as long as this. Jesting would work for him until the day one of them died. Jesting was like an uncle and grandfather, all wrapped in one. His advice had guided Roland on more than one occasion.

"It was not as simple as it appears Jesting." Roland replied candidly.

"Is it simple now?" Jesting queried.

Roland smiled over the cup, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a satisfied smile. "Yes, it is simple now."

would never leave, she indulged him, advised him

how your marriage has turned out

was no denying that he was very satisfied, in many aspects. He had zero complaints about his marriage and he was glad his father had forced him to

Sigrid had already said that she wished to have a child as well,

where Everbloom oaks, a species of magic trees rose from the ground and surrounded the sides of the house. He had transported the

had lost all of his hair because he thought Stormwind would become bankrupt. Now, Jesting loved the trees and took care of them like a father

the trees could be found everywhere on the grounds, in the creeks, ponds and grassland. The air around the trees felt alive, vibrant with the

them. Someday, he would teach his own sons how to climb the Everbloom oaks. He could see it clearly, the image of him carrying his son on his shoulders and encouraging the little one to take his first steps on the deep velvety brown trunks of the

coming out reverie quickly. The little girl in his mind had

climb trees, it was not ladylike. But, if he had a daughter

soft little girl with determination and unbreakable will climbing the trees made him grin. It transformed into his wife and he stopped grinning. He had seen her climbing a tree on the orchard, what if she did the same here and

while we are here do me a favor and keep

eye are you asking me to do. Do

was unheard of. "That is not what I mean, I would never ask you to spy on the lady of the house. What I mean is that

is impulsive and has a talent for angering people with her words. She responds to confrontation with confrontation, some

see." Jesting