The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 308: Come home.

Roland’s reason for attending the unveiling was simple, to talk to his wife. He had not drawn unnecessary attention to himself, worried that he would scare her away. He had not even gone to the podium and tried to take credit for the work of the mages.

He stayed back patiently, waiting for an opportunity to speak to her and the universe answered him as she run straight into his arms.

"Pardon me...." Sigrid started, stepping back and looking up.

As soon as she saw his face, she scurried away as if his hands had burned her.

"I apologize your highness," she said coldly.

The smile that had been rising on his lips collapsed. She was still very much displeased with him and she was right to be.

"Sigrid, can we go somewhere private and talk. I know that you are angry with me but...." Sir Samuel whispered something to him and he paused.

He looked to the right and they noticed reporter Karl sneaking around, trying to eavesdrop. Even though he could not get past the wall of knights, it did not mean that whatever recording device he had would not pick up on their conversation.

Roland took Sigrid’s arm, holding on to it tightly as if she was a prisoner that could escape at any moment. He led her to an empty classroom and shut the door behind them firmly.

Sigrid ripped her arm from his iron grip and stared at him, glaring arrows and daggers as if she wished to kill him there and then. She was not ignorant of the stress lines on his face. Usually, her fingers would be on his temples, massaging the stress away.

Her magic would be coursing through his body and blood, like a drug that could instantly make him feel relaxed and happy. But she had no plans to relieve him of his stress now.

Roland pointed a wand at every window, closing it firmly and then he took a deep breath. "Why did you run away from home?"

"Who said that I run away?" she jutted her chin out and looked at him proudly. "I am not the kind of woman that runs. I am pregnant and the air in the royal castle is not to my liking so I decided to return home where the air is much more suited to nurturing my child."

Roland could not believe that she had the guts to say that with a straight face. Wasn’t the air the same everywhere in the empire?

"What about the air at The Vale, our home. Is something wrong with it as well?"

"Why, yes it is! I am surprised that you noticed." She answered with sarcasm.

Roland took another deep breath and he sat down on one of the tables. A long stretch of silence followed until Roland sighed and stood up. "Come home."

Sigrid crossed her arms across her chest and replied, "I am home."

"Not our home." He bit off.

"Oh, so you think that I don’t know where my home is." She replied sarcastically. "My oh my, what a fool Sigrid is! Not only has she failed to grasp the complexities of marriage but she is also blind and fails to recognize the path leading her home." She gasped. "Maybe we should hire a teacher to teach her. What about Keeley Valerius, perhaps she can shoot this knowledge into my head with some of her horny arrows."

Roland clenched his fists and growled. "It was nothing. I was just following the advise of the old fool Aberdon and trying to make you jealous." He reached her and tried to hold her hands but she slapped them away. Roland did not give up, he put his hands on her hands, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I don’t want that woman or any other woman. I have you Sigrid and you are enough for me."

She shoved him away using magic. As angry as she was, she did not use enough power to cause him harm. "I do not believe your words. If I was in your shoes and I did what you did, you would not forgive me. Not easily anyway. If you had seen me smiling at another man the way she smiled at you.

If you had seen me letting another man stand so close to me, teaching me how to shoot arrows while I accidentally brushed up against him, you would be up in arms. If I am enough for you, then no matter what crooked advice you receive from your men you would toss it out of the window.

If I flirted with any man that you and I knew had other interests in me, romantic interests, you would probably behead me right away. If I kept the company of a man that wished to sleep with me, you would not look at me in the same way ever again. You would always be filled with doubts, wondering if my heart wavered for a second, if I slept with him. If I dream of him at night."

He reached for her and once again, she shoved him away. She was heaving with anger. "I don’t care what Keeley Valerius does, I care about how you respond to it. I care about the disrespect which you showed to me through the week and you crowned it with Keeley Valerius."

"My love..." He reached for her, ready to defend himself himself this time. Luckily, she did not shove him away with magic so he was able to trap her in his arms. "I apologize. I was wrong, I should not have treated you with disrespect of any form no matter how angry I was with you. I should have found another way to handle my emotions. I should not have allowed Keeley Valerius anywhere close to me."

Roland paused, thinking of what else he could say to convince her to return to where she belonged. If it was putting his pride down, he was willing to do so. If he had to beg, he could. She had been gone for just half a day and yet everything felt empty. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The royal castle was too quiet, the food tasted like cotton in his mouth. Maybe she was right about those differences in the air because the air was different when she was not home.

Seeing their chambers so empty, without all of her things had left him shaken in a way he could not describe. Even the few things she had hidden in the nursery were missing. He had a feeling that Alistair had removed them with magic.

How could he sit idly by as his family left him?

He squeezed his arms around her really tightly. "My love please, go home with me. I am not a perfect man and I will make many mistakes during our marriage but taking another woman will never be one. I beg you, do not let this be the reason as to why all we have built, brick by brick comes crumbling down."