The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 334

Chapter 334: A succesful re-union worth celebrating.

Roland folded the letter and put it away.

Meanwhile Sigrid was blocking out the sound of Cosmos laughing, amused by another of Lady Iryne’s letters. "Thorns are motherly! This letter will be a hit in the bank."

Those were the last words she heard Cosmos say before blocking him out completely and they stunned her. Who in the bank was reading her mother’s absurd letters? It made her feel like her life was movie being watched by immortals.

"If your mother had not written to me, I would never know that you read my poem ten times." He sighed. "All the time I put into studying poetry with Lord Givenchy have paid off."

Sigrid reached into the pocket of her cloak and brought out a small frame that could be folded.

"Here, I brought you a gift as well. It is a response to all the poems that you have written to me."

Roland accepted it and he unfolded it and read it out loud, softly.

"You are spring and I am the flowers

That’s why I can’t even see the cherry blossoms.

I am spring and you are the flowers.

That’s why you are all that I can see.

flower fields and we

the poem. But as the original poet was

the paper came to life, flying around them for

create that effect, one butterfly is you and one is me. Whenever you read the poem, they will come to life for a moment and soar like the first bird’s cry after

to life on their wings. We

spread her arms out,

love for Sigrid hit him like a bell on the towers of the city walls ringing at

stumbling over his feet before embracing her. He

a strong feeling that winter was over and spring had

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from the gardens, into the royal kitchen, shouting at the top of his voice. "It is done, the crown prince and

large camp fire at the beach. A

started to dance, going around in

pot of butter which was mid melt and she clapped her hands. "Well thank goodness and

meals had been coming from Little Thorin and wine had become a

never seen the Crown prince weep, not even on the day the king fell unconscious. On the first night after the crown princess left, I could have sworn that I heard him

morning of the next day. He looked half-dead and he reeked

buried in his riding gloves at four in the morning. It was cold and he had no

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