The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 392: Roland’s blindness.

When he left Benjamin’s Roland was driven straight to Benjamin’s secret town manor where he did all his painting from. He broke into his brother’s wine cabinet, sat in the back of the painting room and watched Galen paint.

The room smelled of paint and heavy smoke. It also smelled of vanish and newly furnished furniture. Roland could not see any new furniture in the room. There was only a single couch by the window, the table where he was sitting and three chairs. Two were around the table and he was sitting on one of them.

The other, Galen was sitting on it unevenly, bare chested, smudges of paint in his hair, on his back and on the floor all around him. His hand moved rapidly over what looked like dark jugged mountains.

Roland poured wine into a glass and downed it all in one go. The first drink went down with little effort, then the second and then the third. In thirty minutes, half a bottle of fox fire wine was gone. Each glass of wine had been meant to chase something, but he was not sure what it was. The more he drunk, the more he felt a stone growing in his throat and it made it more difficult to swallow.

Galen turned around and he waved the paint brush in the air once. "Let’s have it. Out with it already. What has got you day drinking when you promised your wife that you would not be touching any brew until she gives birth?"

Roland grimaced and he put down the glass. Sigrid would not be too happy if she smelled alcohol on him. He would have to pass by his chambers at take a bath before seeing her.

"I have been to Benjamin’s." he said in a deep low voice that carried unwillingness and uncertainty.

Galen’s head inclined downwards a little. "Ah, I see." He moved from where he was and took the other chair around the table. He took the very glass Roland had been drinking from and finished the contents. "I am guessing from that look on your face that it was not a pleasant visit."

"I told him to leave the empire." Roland answered.

in surprised. "Now this is a surprise. I never imagined that one day you would send father’s precious son packing. I always thought that I would behead him secret and that would be

head back. He looked at his brother as if he was not

Benjamin dead? That little bastard was nasty to me while we were growing up. If I so much as touched him he would run to father

he was just a kid excuses, he knew what he was doing. So, we are drowning in sorrow because you

but found that he had nothing to say. He sighed, leaned back and stretched his legs. "A part of me feels sorrow because he

don’t have to rub it in. Both of you bonded over swords and I was left out to play with paint, sheep, and servants." His voice held some bitterness as he thought back on

lowered his eyes to the table, fixing them on the bottle of

the past and we have resolved it." Galen comforted him candidly. "I don’t resent you anymore Roland, but him.....I will

loathe was said with such passion that Roland felt it being inked into

the empire rather than killing him. We both know

father passed away, others immediately after and even those that survived would at times keep going even

Galen poured more

There was

want me to kill him?"

Roland’s. "Do