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."

she indulged him, advised

you are satisfied with how your

He had zero complaints about his marriage and he was glad his

and other things. Children that he would love equally. Sigrid had already said that she wished to have a child as well, and it was not just because it was

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

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

seem as if it was part of nature. The golden leaves of 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 hum

contained many of his memories as a teenage boy for he had spent his youth climbing the trees and swinging from 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

image transformed into that of a little girl and he shook his head, coming out reverie quickly. The little girl in his mind had Sigrid’s green eyes and fiery

Eldoria were not expected to climb trees, it was not ladylike. But, if he had a

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

we are here do me a favor and keep an eye on my wife."

kind of keeping an eye are you asking me to do. Do you want me to

exclaimed as if it was unheard of. "That is not what I mean, I would never ask you to spy on the lady of the house.

talent for angering people with her words. She responds to confrontation with confrontation, some people might be unwise

see."