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.

fields

inside for she was not the original author of the poem. But as the original poet was not in this

thing happened. Two butterflies on the paper came to life, flying around them for

magic to 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 snowfall. I used some petals of the flowers you sent me to create a perfume that I sprayed on the

on their wings. We are butterflies, we are flowers and we are

and spread her arms out, inviting him for a

Affection overwhelmed him, love for Sigrid hit him like a bell on the towers of the city

over his feet before embracing her. He lifted her and swung her around, peppering

their relationship, he had a strong feeling that winter was over and spring

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

a large camp fire at the beach. A royal musician that went everywhere with his violin started a victorious

and started to

hands. "Well thank goodness and

Roland’s meals had been coming from Little

weep, not even on the day the king fell unconscious. On the first night after

in. "I saw him on the morning of the

buried in his riding gloves at four in the morning. It

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