The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Your wife.

King Raff eventually ended his temper tantrum and sent for his son. He had much that he wanted to say to Roland and at the top of his list, the matters to do with Sigrid were sitting firmly.

Roland entered the hospital room with silent footsteps and dignity, head held high, his cloak trailing behind him like a flag blowing at half mast. He stood near the foot of the bed and kept his arms behind his back.

"Sit." His father gestured at the empty chair next to the bed.

Roland obeyed, sitting in the chair with an uneasy feeling in his heart. Sitting meant a long conversation and he was not sure he wanted to talk to his father at great length.

"You wasted no time in running the kingdom your way while I was down." He started.

No greeting, no wasting time on pleasantries.

"What else should I have done?" Questioned back.

King Raff looked at his son carefully, thinking back to Sigrid’s words. Did Roland really resent him so much? No matter, he had a point to make and he was going to make it despite all that Sigrid had said. "Let us talk about your wife, Sigrid."

Roland said nothing, only stared at his father curiously.

seems to think that she has a say in how this kingdom is run," King Raff continued. "She is always proposing laws on everything, making adjustments to treaties without consulting the necessary parties like royal advisors. She

lips quirked upward, almost fondly. "You never did like headstrong

to do with your

every way which led

just because her father helped me get the throne. But I put her in place just as you

wife

love and he was thinking with his penis not his brains. He took a deep breath and leaned forward as much as his body could let him.

Roland did not respond.

I made because I was too greedy for the refined salt and salt mines the Thorin’s owned." He paused. "I never should have allowed Sigrid to talk me into banning you from taking a second wife. But none the less, this can

Roland’s brows rose curiously.

looking at the candidates for a second wife. Keeley Valerius is a wonderful choice and she comes from a wonderful loyal

trying to translate the suggestion from an ancient tongue. "A secondary

consort." King Raff said strongly, "I had one, your grandfather had one and your great

of his wives. But that is not the story we tell the public now, is it? His house fractured just as my grandfather’s house did and yours too. You all gave birth to children that hated and tore each

competitor for your heart and

wife? Do you understand the kind of woman she is? You think I could

you will never know if you don’t try." The King growled. "If you don’t keep her in

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