The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 162: A bath in fairy dew water.

The rest of the day was a busy one for Sigrid, Roland and all the Thorin’s. It took an entire day for most of the renovations both inside and outside to be done. By the time the sun set, everyone was stretching or groaning.

Sigrid figured everyone needed to relax before dinner and she could think of only one activity. "May I suggest a trip to the new hot springs...."

"No, no, no." Lady Iryne interjected loudly, refusing Sigrid’s suggestion with so much passion in her voice. "We want....." She shook her head. "Your father and I want to use that home theater, we want to start the news series, courtesan something."

"The courtesan’s dilemma." Elowin shared the title and then put a hand over his mouth. He blamed himself for speaking up too soon. "Mother..."

Nobody saw Jennie’s next move coming. She drew a sword out of Sir Samuel’s sheath and pointed it at Elowin.

"Series or death, you decide." She threatened. "Choose wisely because I am not afraid to use this thing. Swords have no eyes."

Roland counted up to ten and he magically withdrew the sword from his mother-in-law’s hands. In his books, she was officially crazy. To his amazement, the Thorin’s laughed and he felt like he had missed something.

Elowin saw the confusion on the face of the prince and decided to quell his curiosity. "My mother wakes me up like this every morning demanding that I hand over the next episode of the rise of Lady Blanche. Don’t worry, she cannot kill her own son and I always win in our face offs."

Roland sighed in relief, it was a game, a disturbing one. That look on his mother-in-law’s face however did not look like the face of someone playing.

"Just give your mother the damn crystal, she has worked too hard today and is deserving of a reward." Lord Paxton Thorin came to his wife’s aid.

watch

his wife’s shoulders and gave Elowin a look that said ’surrender the

that he was

"One episode."

think about it, nothing less than three." Lady Iryne declared. She turned and walked off

dinner. Roland and Sigrid were the same, they finally got the opportunity to soak in their fairy dew water. It was

bath. When her body was submerged half way, Roland pulled her to his chest and held her. He wanted

an electric sensation racing up their legs, sending tiny sparks of warmth through their bodies. They felt weightless and comfortable, the air around them turned into song, a lullaby of gentle hums of fairies and nature. The water felt alive,

they had stepped into another world. Roland equated it in his mind to a happy buzz when one had ingested the right amount

a connection so deep that was

you want to dip your head inside?" Roland

time, they both submerged completely and the

and longer. Her green eyes glowed faintly,

that he had collected over the years from different battles had faded. The fine lines of stress on his

slight crookedness, a gift from a fight in a boxing ring six years ago had been straightened. Like Sigrid, his hair too had grown by volumes. Long black strands that went all the way to his shoulders

every living creature around them, human and animal. Roland was already thinking about

The

and placed his head against hers. "Thank you." he

him but she knew what gift she wanted from him. She rubbed her chest against his, caressing