The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 332: In Roland’s mind.

"You..." She beat her chest gently. "You have lost your mind. We are giving birth to a human Roland, not a doll. You know that, right?"

"Of course." he nodded. "If it is a boy I will put a sword in his hands as soon as he learns to walk and I will train him personally how to fight, hunt, ride horses, fish and rule. I will teach him how to be a good responsible man, a good emperor."

"And if it is a girl you will pamper her to the heavens and ruin her the way your father ruined Thalassa. I will not let that happen Roland." She nibbled on the chocolate tart. "We have different parenting styles, this much is obvious but when our child comes, I hope that we will put aside our blind opinions and do what is best for him or her."

"I agree," he said eagerly.

He still wanted a pink cloud or bubble for his daughter. He wanted her to have the prettiest bows in the world. He would comb her hair, put her in a beautiful pink royal uniform and carry her to court, showing her off. Everyone would be so jealous because they will not have a baby as beautiful as his, after all, they did not have a wife as beautiful as his.

When the noble lords and council of advisors annoyed him, he would just shake a rattle for his daughter and she would laugh and all would be right with the world. He grinned more and more as he thought about it.

Sigrid had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she observed the look on her husband’s face. He looked like a villain that was plotting world domination with kittens as his fighting weapons.

"System, what is this guy thinking?"

"Fifty gold to scan his mind." It responded.

later, a picture appeared on the virtual screen. It was of a little girl that was her

officials and nobles were waving their hands in the air, cheering her on as if they were

time in

image disappeared altogether with the virtual screen. Her eyes returned to her husband, and she had just one word for him. Insane!! He

a thing. Secondly, Lord Givenchy would never cheer on as official documents were set on fire. He would would put

as skilled at dancing or singing as Roland was imagining. Neither did they carry swords

and stepped on the throne, treating it as an ordinary table or chair. Real

She picked up

to a

unhappy to be back to reality. "It will sure be nice

quickly. "Now tell me love, how was the funeral. Do we need to arrange a sit

know if that is a great idea. I do not really know him. It will be hypocritical of me to suddenly show up and take pictures with his family, acting as if we are one big happy family. Moreover, I left the funeral before he was truly buried because my

about strategies. Perhaps we should discuss the fact that I am fed up of drinking milk. I don’t know who noticed my pregnancy but suddenly my diet has changed. At home and here at the castle. Look at the

Also water, a lot of water and juice. The wine vase was so far away from her,

charge of your menu." Roland nodded slowly, very impressed with the woman. "She also suggested

all the pillows. Sigrid turned back and looked at Mrs. Elsworth. How did she