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.

also like to watch it."

his wife’s shoulders and gave Elowin a

he was

"One episode."

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

were the same, they finally got the opportunity to soak in their fairy dew water. It was mixed with warm water, some rose oil and fresh rose flower

she disrobed in front of Roland and stepped into the bath. When her body was submerged half way, Roland pulled her to his chest and held her. He wanted them

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, every ache in their body vanished, replaced with

it felt as though they had stepped into another world. Roland equated it in his

a connection so deep

want to dip

At the same time, they both submerged completely and the

same. Sigrid’s hair shimmered and it had grown thicker and longer. Her green eyes glowed faintly, like a the moonlight was reflected from inside them. Her skin was as smooth

from different battles had faded. The fine lines of stress on his forehead were gone and

straightened. Like Sigrid, his hair too had grown by volumes. Long black strands that went all the way to his shoulders now. The calluses on his hands and feet were gone, it was though he had never held

the whispers of the magic tress on the grasslands. They could sense every living creature around them, human and animal. Roland was already thinking about how this

down, he pulled her back into his arms and hugged her tightly. The hug was not satisfactory so he quickly put his mouth over hers and

his head against hers. "Thank you." he whispered. "You have no idea what a

but she knew what gift she wanted