The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 186: A moment of passion in a carriage.

Roland was more excited than a child on christmas morning. The spark in his eyes could be dampened by anything. As the carriage drove through the streets, his restless grew and he shifted from side to side, peeking out of every window every other second, asking if they had arrived.

He did it again and Sigrid pinched his ear.

"We are just picking up dogs, not discovering a new magical mine or something great like that."

Roland scratched the part of his ear which had been pinched and he cozied up to her. He had been extra affectionate since the previous night and this was round, he was no different.

"I know something you can do for me to help me calm down." he said.

"Oh yeah, and what might that be?"

Roland smiled impishly, "Kiss me."

Sigrid let out an unladylike snort and attempted to push his head away but it was a futile mission. "I doubt that a kiss will calm you down. I think it will do the opposite of that."

he had already donned his knowing smile. He knew that he would get

followed. Again, she moved and he followed as well until Sigrid had her back trapped against the window on her side of the carriage. She looked at

Roland had not attempted to kiss her since then nor had he tried to initiate sex. Surprisingly, he had been respectful, allowing her to do as she pleased and exhaust her pain as she

that the longer she went without tending to her bedroom duties, the stronger the gap between them would grow and the queen would take

of crown princess, future queen and future empress. Sigrid did not want to dwell on that feeling, love to her before her life was guaranteed was as useless as a GPS without signal in the

of the disturbing thoughts and came back to reality. It was time to bring back excitement

queen of schemers." Cosmos’s voice rung in

Sigrid smiled demurely at her husband. "Your highness," she called softly, moving her hand up to his neck. "We are in a traveling carriage passing through the streets. This window is open, the only thing that is protecting our privacy is this curtain behind me. The wind is blowing the curtain, through little gaps if someone looks close enough, they

think that I would hate it Miss Thorin." he murmured. "A moment of passion in a carriage, that sounds like something I would

man that thrived on risky sex. Risky in terms of where he chose to do it. It was not about being caught but almost being caught or someone knowing he was doing something naughty, especially outdoors. She was willing to bet that his manhood was

"Miss Thorin?" She asked.

small gap in the shirt. It was not enough, she retracted

context was what mattered. Roland took a deep cackled breath and he nearly groaned. A fortnight without any intimacy now

and hissed, cocking his head to the right, he bit a corner of the collar of his