The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 309: The origins of House Benwick.

Sigrid forced herself out of the hug and she took five steps back, holding her hands out. While she was surprised by the genuineness of the apology, she was not ready to go back just yet.

Roland’s stomach dropped. Was she so unwilling to come back to him? "Sigrid, I really do apologize for how I have acted. Don’t you believe me?"

"It is not that I don’t believe you but that I cannot trust your words. Your actions will show me if I should return or not. If you want me to believe that you are truly, deeply devoted to me as I am to you then don’t just use your words to cajole me. Show me that I am important to you. There is no question that you are important to me because I have fought for you from the day we married." She raised her voice, nearly growling the words out as she expressed herself.

Sigrid took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Now, the ball is in your court. In the meanwhile, I will be staying at the home of my parents temporarily.

The Ridley’s are visiting my grandfather for reasons yet unknown. As Alexander Ridley could be the next emperor of Medoris or a part of Medoris, I want to keep a close eye on them."

Roland’s breathing became easier. He exhaled deeply and a little loudly, stumbled backwards and then he sat down. He put a hand over his rapidly beating heart. He could not believe it but his hands were trembling and his legs had turned into butter.

He looked at his wife’s fierce green eyes and his breath caught in his throat. Since when had she become more important than everything else? He was not even afraid when racing a horse close to a cliff but the thought of her leaving him left him restless.

He stood and kicked the chair away. Not one thought in his mind was on the Ridley’s. All of his thoughts were on his wife. "I won’t force you to return home if you are not ready and I will show you that you are more important to me than everything else in my life. I am going to use this opportunity to ask you for a chance to start over.

I realize that we have both been holding back, secretive and maybe even wary of each other. I don’t want to start from where we stopped, I want to start at the beginning. I want to know you Sigrid, the real you, not the strong cold woman you parade around as. We can start as friends and I will court you as it should have been done."

Sigrid nodded once.

He covered the small distance between them and looked into the depths of her eyes. Gently, he said, "In that case, friend Sigrid, may I escort you home tonight?"

Inside, Roland was fighting himself. He didn’t want to escort her to her parents home, he wanted to escort her back to their home, kiss her, take off her clothes and show her how much he loved her with his lips, hands and the rest of him.

He had not kissed her for a week now and he regretted it so much. Looking at the outline of her lips, he wondered what she would do if he traced them with his thumb. Or if he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her. Not too deeply, just lightly to get a little taste.

Her breath smelled like ginger and chocolate. He guessed that before the unveiling of automagic vehicles, she had eaten biscuits or cookies, something Mauve had no doubt whipped up.

There was only one way to know if she had truly them. He lowered his head, getting as close to her lips as he could, drawing in every breath that came from her slightly parted lips.

Her hand covered his mouth, and she pushed him back. "Friends don’t kiss. Are you a gentleman or a rake?"

"For you, I am willing to be anything." He answered in a soft voice, more like a whisper.

Sigrid drew in a breath, and she exhaled it in controlled measure. "There is more urgent business to deal with than your obsession with my mouth. I must kill Lord Benwick tonight."

Roland was about to attempt seduction when her words woke him up like lightning striking the tree outside his window--thrilling, dramatic and impossible to ignore. He opened his mouth once, frowning so hard that his eyebrows nearly filed for divorce from his forehead.

He raised her finger and widened his mouth....then he closed it, walked backwards and sat down.

"You are surprised." Sigrid towards him, taking an envelope out of the inner pocket of her cloak which she handed to him. "This is why I must kill Lord Benwick."

Roland took the envelope from her and he looked at it. Word had already reached his ears that she was receiving secret letters which she did not want him to see. He had even heard about the dead knights. One of the reasons as to why had had been so angry with her was because she was keeping another secret from him, a secret that people were dying for.

Roland found his voice. "Before I open this, I am going to share something with you about the noble house Benwick. Their origins begin with a simple scribe that worked for my great great grandfather. He was working for the brother of the king when he uncovered a plot to overthrow the throne.

He betrayed his employer and warned the king, despite all the danger he and his family would find themselves in should his lord have found out. After the prince was captured and his armies quelled, the king sought out the scribe.

He was very grateful for what he had done that he gifted the scribe a royal title, land, gold and honor that only those equal to dukes had.

He did not just end with that, he turned the men and women of the Benwick house into his spies. Most of them made their living as scribes anyway so the king planted them in various noble houses as his eyes and ears. House Benwick was instrumental in rooting out many traitors. Any mage born to that house had to learn the art of listening and they used it for the King.

They rose to power not with swords but secrets. When my great grandfather rose to the throne, he discovered that they had formed a habit of using their position to take down families of those that offended them. They would destroy men whose women they wanted by making up stories about them and passing them off to kings and nobles.

Even though what they did was secret, they had also made many enemies. It was also discovered that some had spread their wings beyond Eldoria and they were selling secrets to rival kingdoms.

My great grandfather halved their power and reduced their influence in the royal court. Their enemies descended on them and many run away, they scattered across the world. Those who remained decided to keep to themselves and appear weak."

"Until Lord Benwick." Sigrid said firmly.free𝑤ebnovel.com