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.

are flower fields and

lips, feeling a little guilty inside for she was not the original author of the poem. But as the original poet was not in this world, it didn’t count. The poem

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

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

on their wings. We are butterflies, we

stood up and spread her arms out, inviting him

poem and the butterflies. Affection overwhelmed him, love for Sigrid hit him like a bell

feet before embracing her. He lifted her and swung her

relationship, he had a strong feeling that winter was

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is done, the crown prince and princess have reunited successfully. They are hugging and he

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

their arms and started to dance, going around

which was mid melt and she clapped her hands. "Well thank

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

Another footman muttered, "I had never seen the Crown prince weep, not even on the day the king fell unconscious. On the first night

saw him on the morning of the next

"I saw him with his face buried in his riding gloves at four in

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