The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 389: Fire between brothers.

Benjamin looked away from Roland, hiding the ticking of his jaw. Each and everyone of Emmah’s messes was a slap to his face. He had asked her to be patient and wait for him. She had turned around, found new suitors, got herself pregnant, killed her stepmother and gone on the run.

The servants and the knights had enjoyed whispering and laughing at him when they thought he could not hear them. But how could he not hear them? There was nothing to do in this house turned prison than to listen to them talk about the world beyond the walls of his home.

"Firstly, nobody could have predicted that Emmah would become a murderer and secondly, I did not choose between. I just knew that everyone else would be saving our father and I was the only one interested in saving her. How could I have known that the knights would fail and father would end up stabbed and poisoned?" Benjamin defended himself with strength, bellowing. "Emmah screamed and I had only seconds to decide..."

"Bullshit!" Roland raged, "You are a knight and you had a duty." He reminded his brother sharply, "Duty to our father. To the man that personally taught you how to fight with a sword and gave you every privilege. Who called you his ’precious son.’"

"And you," Benjamin muttered, "were always his choice of crown prince."

Roland’s eyes flickered. "Only because I was born first and let’s not pretend like he did not consider at one point taking the title from me and passing it to you. It is only because he knew what the nobles would say that he held himself back. Don’t sit there and pretend that your mother did not peddle this idea to him at one point or another."

Benjamin stood up and started walking towards Roland but the knights drew their swords at him and he staggered back. "If my mother had as much influence over him like everyone says, he would not have pushed you to fulfill all the duties of a crown prince or sent you off in wars to build a reputation for yourself as a hero among the people. He loved me because I was safe, there was no noble house pressuring him to push me into your position.

and take the throne with the support of the queen and probably half of the noble families in this land. He has always known that you are the future and he respected that even

be crown prince but only in safe times. When he was heading out to war, nobody ever knew if he would be back dead or paralyzed. When he was

shattered as he drew in rugged breaths. "Has he truly not asked

"No." Roland answered.

decision would you have made if you were there and Sigrid was standing where Emmah was. Would you have watched the woman you love die just so you could please the man that never shared a single moment of affection with

own blade or my body." Roland replied without hesitation. "Because I am a knight and protecting the king is my duty. The king’s death is

a fool and

standing where Emmah was, she would be giving hell to the assassins. She would be fighting back with

that she would have survived somehow even if you did not intervene.

remind me of how great your wife is. But let’s be honest, even if she was not all that great, you would

realized it when we were younger. How much you loathed me. Every move I made, you analyzed and read much into, seeing things that

empire forward at a time when the people were uneasy. Time for father to heal. Time for you to understand what it means to bear the weight of consequence. Time for you to decide on what you will do if father forgives you." Roland slow walked back to the chair and sat down. "Surely, you know by now that your reputation among the knights is dead. You cannot return to the army because the men do not trust you to protect them as

if he would get a chance to live after all that occurred. Like most of the people that knew the inner story, he was expecting his father to