The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 309: The origins of House Benwick.

Sigrid forced herself out of the hug and she took five steps back, holding her hands out. While she was surprised by the genuineness of the apology, she was not ready to go back just yet.

Roland’s stomach dropped. Was she so unwilling to come back to him? "Sigrid, I really do apologize for how I have acted. Don’t you believe me?"

"It is not that I don’t believe you but that I cannot trust your words. Your actions will show me if I should return or not. If you want me to believe that you are truly, deeply devoted to me as I am to you then don’t just use your words to cajole me. Show me that I am important to you. There is no question that you are important to me because I have fought for you from the day we married." She raised her voice, nearly growling the words out as she expressed herself.

Sigrid took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Now, the ball is in your court. In the meanwhile, I will be staying at the home of my parents temporarily.

The Ridley’s are visiting my grandfather for reasons yet unknown. As Alexander Ridley could be the next emperor of Medoris or a part of Medoris, I want to keep a close eye on them."

Roland’s breathing became easier. He exhaled deeply and a little loudly, stumbled backwards and then he sat down. He put a hand over his rapidly beating heart. He could not believe it but his hands were trembling and his legs had turned into butter.

He looked at his wife’s fierce green eyes and his breath caught in his throat. Since when had she become more important than everything else? He was not even afraid when racing a horse close to a cliff but the thought of her leaving him left him restless.

He stood and kicked the chair away. Not one thought in his mind was on the Ridley’s. All of his thoughts were on his wife. "I won’t force you to return home if you are not ready and I will show you that you are more important to me than everything else in my life. I am going to use this opportunity to ask you for a chance to start over.

stopped, I want to start at the beginning. I want to know you Sigrid, the real you, not the strong cold woman you parade around as. We can start as friends and I will court you as

Sigrid nodded once.

and looked into the depths of her eyes. Gently, he said, "In that case, friend Sigrid, may I escort

her back to their home, kiss her, take off her clothes and show her how

now and he regretted it so much. Looking at the outline of her lips, he wondered what she would do if he traced them with his thumb. Or if he pressed his lips against

smelled like ginger and chocolate. He guessed that before the unveiling of automagic vehicles, she had eaten biscuits

them. He lowered his head, getting as close

him back. "Friends don’t kiss. Are you

anything." He answered in a soft voice, more

it in controlled measure. "There is more urgent business to deal with than

attempt seduction when her words woke him up like lightning striking the tree outside his window--thrilling, dramatic and impossible to ignore. He opened

finger and widened his mouth....then

Sigrid towards him, taking an envelope out of the inner pocket of her cloak which she handed to him. "This is why I must

she did not want him to see. He had even heard about the dead knights. One of the reasons as to why had