The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 204: Victory is sweet.

Sigrid was looking out at the royal gardens through an open window and she was pleased with what she was seeing. After the delicious heavy meal they had eaten, Princess Thalassa had taken it upon herself to take a walk with prince Firron through the gardens.

The weather was still dull and it was drizzling. The two were sharing an umbrella. If Thalassa stuck to the knowledge Lord Givenchy had imparted to her and the little seductive tricks Elarin had taught her, she would be a step closer to achieving Sigrid’s goals.

"You look mighty pleased with yourself." Roland plopped down in a chair next to her.

"I bested your mother and aunt, so why not be pleased? It was a close call when Emmah....." She stopped talking because Roland stood suddenly and he carried her. "What are you doing?"

"We are going to play in the rain." he told her. He walked to the window and leaped out of it.

Sigrid let out a high pitched scream because for a moment, she thought they were plunging to death. Her heart raced at three hundred sixty kilometers per hour, like a racing car on a race track in a high stakes competition.

"You can open you eyes now." Roland said.

She opened them reluctantly, and realized that they were on the ground, in the gardens. Roland had touched down successfully.

"I think you forget often that I am a mage knight, my love. Jumping out of high places is like drinking milk to me." He chuckled.

Sigrid pushed at his chest and he set her down, she took a few deep breaths and calmed herself. As the rain fell on her, she felt the urge to return to the warm safety of the castle.

is raining Roland." she reminded

I am giving you romance." He spread his arms

like a scared flock of geese. "Your highness, this is highly inappropriate." Mrs. Elsworth

catch a cold!" Bellowed

towel into Roland’s hands and gesturing at the other servants to dry the hair of the crown prince which was useless because they were still standing out in the rain. No matter how much they dried it, it

knight, I have been to war in worse weather than this." Roland grabbed the towel out of Charles’s hand and thrust it at Sir Samuel’s chest. He bent down and removed his boots, then looked at Sigrid. "My love."

whispered in a cautioning

stepped on the ground with her bare feet. Initially, the cold made

Roland shared a cheeky glance and they took off running in the direction of the gardens, specifically the area with some puddles. Sigrid jumped in the water and splashed Roland

laughter that he had been forced to make when she called his laughter girly one time. "I challenge

his hand and he made the sound of a sword being drawn. "Lady Blanche, today you will meet your doom at my finger

as best as she could. The silly grin she had could not be wiped away. "Lady Somerset, I will kick your

"Blanch has male enemies like

voice again. "You cannot fool me Lady Somerset the battle lines have been drawn now fight or die."

fighting. Sigrid’s finger touched Roland’s chest and flopped limply like

on the side lines, watching what they concluded to be a romantic scene with equal degrees of confusion,

on the poor flowers to the great horror of the royal

Norm, the head of the gardeners whispered to Charles, "I swear, they are going to ruin the royal garden. And you know who the king and queen will blame?

was difficult enough trading the unsteady waters during that royal lunch and now we must cross our fingers and hope the crown prince and princess don’t fall ill from playing in the rain or