The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 392

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.

send father’s precious son packing. I always thought

head back. He looked at his brother as if

up. If

kid excuses, he knew what he was doing. So, we are drowning

legs. "A part of me feels sorrow because he is my brother. I spent

left out to play with paint, sheep, and servants." His voice held some bitterness as he thought

eyes to the table, fixing

to feel guilty, this is all in the past and we have resolved it." Galen comforted him

word loathe was said with such passion that Roland

rum him out of the empire rather than killing him. We

For some it was before their father passed away, others immediately after and even those that survived would at times keep

Benjamin’s good brother." Galen

bitterness in Galen’s words. There was anger there, layers of it

you want me to kill him?"

lifted his eyes to meet Roland’s. "Do you

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