The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 155: Pregnancy announcement.

Sigrid wondered in the silence which had swept over everyone if Lettice York ever really knew Roland Maximus. This public tantrum, the silly declaration of her love which tarnished a duty he had been proud to accomplish served only to anger him. It seemed like the young woman was about to see a side of Roland most people did not like to see, the quick tempered one.

"Lettice York," Roland’s voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy stunned silence. "Of all the nonsensical notions you have conjured in your youth, this.....this is by far the worst. It is beyond comprehension. Why can’t you be my wife...because I don’t want you as my wife and I am already happily married. Even if I did not have Sigrid I would not look twice at you."

Lettice flinched at his tone but she held her ground, "You are lying, you cannot be happy. You never liked her, she tarnished your reputation by following you around. She has no talent, your highness, I have thought it throught__"

"Thought it through?" Roland interjected, his brow furrowing deeply. "Obviously you have not thought it through because if you had you would not be shouting such nonsense out loud. Have I not been like a father to you?"

Lettice’s body trembled, tears spilled from her eyes to the ground.

"How dare you call my wife talent-less? She is the most talented woman in the world." He snarled. "I have never once come to you to complain about Sigrid Thorin. If she gave me any trouble the one person I went to was Jesting and I know Jesting would not have gone to you."

"She has a habit of eavesdropping on the private conversations of others and a few maids have long been in the habit of treating her as a superior, the lady of the house. Anything that they hear, they say to her. They also report to her any servant that says or does something unfavorable to her and she finds a way of getting them fired from Stormwind in your name, your highness. More than a few have been sent away from the village completely." Mrs. Brum chimed in.

was true that Lettice had suggested the termination of servants here and there over the years but she always had a good reason. Some were branded thieves, others harmed horses, one maid had been accused of seducing three stable boys.

first I am hearing of this your highness." Jesting

are making up stories. It is the

plea, "Roland, I would never do anything to ruin your name. You have been kind, noble

"Shut up!" Roland barked.

my love is not wrong. You are not my father, so how can our love

could ever look at you___someone I raised, someone I promised to watch

"I...." Lettice croaked out.

more and he continued, "You are young and foolish and confused, but this all ends now. I will not entertain you or your foolish notions any further. Since you have refused to make a choice, I will make one for you. I will begin discussions for a suitable match for you--a proper match for the sake of

she bowed her head as if in silent compliance. Her fists however remained clenched like she was unwilling to accept her fate. In the back of her mind she thought to herself that

would intervene surely and ensure that she ended up in a bad marriage to one of the servants or a common man.

are other options as long as its not a knight. Miss Lettice does not like knights Roland, she has rejected so many ever