The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 151: Lettice York was not giving up.

Undoubtedly, the thing that Roland missed the most when he was in the capital were the open grasslands through which he rode his stallion at a fast pace every morning as if they were on an urgent mission. Living in Doria was lovely, in many ways but when it came to this one aspect, the capital city was less attractive.

Roland pushed his stallion towards the cliffs as if he had no intentions to stop. His knees drove its side, urging it to go faster and faster. His blood boiled with excitement and the air around him sung freedom songs urging him on with silent echoes of cheering.

He could not believe how much he had missed it_the habit which grew from the desire to escape his suffocating life in his adolescent years. It was a habit that took away his pain for a moment, quietened every doubt and made him feel alive.

He steered his steed towards the sharp bend and it galloped gloriously. Roland opened his mouth and shouted, bellowing as if he was releasing a battle cry. While he was excited, his knights were the opposite for they were terrified. They were used to his insane horse riding and it had been a while since their prince had last indulged in it.

As always they were afraid when he drove himself and the horse to the brink, if he was harmed, the king would have all of their heads after all. It did not matter that they had tried to stop him from riding madly and failed.

The stallion came to a stop near the edge of the cliff and raised its legs high, neighing loudly as if to alert the sea of its glorious accomplishment or the return of its royal owner.

Slowly, Roland steered it back and it trotted at a slow pace, stopping to rest under a big tree. Roland dismounted and sat down on the grass, waiting for the sunrise with his head resting against the tree trunk.

The knights busied themselves feeding the horses and giving them water. They even sneakily gave them some sugar cubes that they had stolen from Venom’s portion which Sigrid replenished daily. She was aware that they were stealing from her horse, they were also aware that she knew but nobody acknowledged it. It was like an open secret at the Vale.

Venom was the only party that was not too pleased with the arrangement because the sugar cubes were hers. They were not meant for other smelly horses.

its back was Lettice York, looking colorful in a blue

not stop her from approaching him. Sir Samuel, in fact helped her lay

"Good morning your highness."

morning Lettice."

first blush of dawn to paint the sky. She was like a good wife, mixing Roland’s coffee and unpacking the omelets and

Lettice rubbing her hands against the sides of her arms. "You should not be out here, its cold." He picked up his velvet cloak and handed it to her. "How

not a child Roland, I am a woman. Besides, I have lived at Stormwind for years, this little cold does not bother me.

face of his old governess. The woman would not have been happy to see her daughter riding a horse near the edge of a cliff

not have approved." he said with

that every time." Lettice leaned her head in

the tree. Roland was deliberately putting space between them. If his wife saw Lettice with her head on his shoulders, she would not very happy. An unhappy Sigrid would lead to an unhappy Thorin

Lady Iryne with a sword, killing Lettice and then running off to cry about the death of fictional Lady Chloe

relief. Finally, their prince was putting a distance between himself and Lettice York. Over the years, the woman had acted as if she would be the next

been worried about Sigrid meeting Lettice, after all, one was the legal wife of the crown prince and the other was the ward he dotted on. A ward that clearly had other expectations. If the two women

fixate on Roland’s rejection, she had another ace up her sleeve. "Roland, I have been thinking

Roland supervise the finances of