The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 143: Lady of the house.

After the introductions, Roland watched his wife walk deeper into the castle, escorted by her maids. This

included the ones that had cwith them from the Vale and those that worked at Stormwind. He had made it

clear that she was the lady of the house and whatever she wished to do, they had to obey and assist her.

When she disappeared from his view, he moved to his study and Jesting followed. For an old man with a bent

back, he was quite a fast walker. He was also more than efficient because he had already prepared stea and

a snack in the study because it was always the first place Roland went to when he arrived at Stormwind.

"So, what do you think of my wife Jesting?" Roland took his first sip of tea and grimaced.

Jesting immediately replaced the plain tea with coffee and milk. He had already been update on all the most

recent changes to Roland's tastes.

"She is very lovely your highness, my sincerest congratulations on your on your marriage. We have all been

looking forward to meeting her. Might | be bold as to berate you in your error of delaying in bringing her here."

His voice held a slight tremor.

Roland was not unused to his butler’s bluntness, it was one of the reasons why he had kept the man around for

as long as this. Jesting would work for him until the day one of them died. Jesting was like an uncle and

grandfather, all wrapped in one. His advice had guided Roland on more than one occasion.

"It was not as simple as it appears Jesting." Roland replied candidly.

"Is it simple now?" Jesting queried.

Roland smiled over the cup, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a satisfied smile. "Yes, it is simple now."

She was his, she would never leave, she indulged him, advised him and healed him in various ways.

"| take it that you are satisfied with how your marriage has turned out your highness." Jesting noted.

Roland laughed softly, there was no denying that he was very satisfied, in many aspects. He had zero complaints

about his marriage and he was glad his father had forced him to marry Sigrid. Now, all they needed was to have

a son, a daughter and more sons and daughters.

He wanted a large family, children that he would personally teach how to ride horses, hunt, race and other

things. Children that he would love equally. Sigrid had already said that she wished to have a child as well, and it

was not just because it was another way of strengthening their claim to the throne.

Roland moved to the window and looked outside where Everbloom oaks, a species of magic trees rose from the

ground and surrounded the sides of the house. He had transported the towering ancient trees from the mage

estate, costing him half of his savings at the time.

He recalled how his father had called it an unwise decision and Jesting had lost all of his hair because he thought

Stormwind would becbankrupt. Now, Jesting loved the trees and took care of them like a father watching

over his children.

The tall towering trees with their immense trunks shaded the house, making it seem as if it was part of nature.

The golden leaves of the trees could be found everywhere on the grounds, in the creeks, ponds and grassland.

The air around the trees felt alive, vibrant with the hum of hidden magic.

The trees contained many of his memories as a teenage boy for he had spent his youth climbing the trees and

swinging from them. Someday, he would teach his own sons how to climb the Everbloom oaks. He could see it

clearly, the image of him carrying his son on his shoulders and encouraging the little one to take his first steps

on the deep velvety brown trunks of the trees.

The image transformed into that of a little girl and he shook his head, coming out reverie quickly. The little girl in

his mind had Sigrid’s green eyes and fiery temperament.

Girls in Eldoria were not expected to climb trees, it was not ladylike. But, if he had a daughter that was like her

mother, could he stop her from climbing the trees?

The image of a soft little girl with determination and unbreakable will climbing the trees made him grin. It

transformed into his wife and he stopped grinning. He had seen her climbing a tree on the orchard, what if she

did the shere and fell down?

"Jesting, while we are here doa favor and keep an eye on my wife." he said, with a frown.

Jesting had no idea what to make of the order. "Your highness what kind of keeping an eye are you askingto

do. Do you wantto spy on her, ensure her well-being or watch out for her safety?"

"Spy!" Roland extravagantly exclaimed as if it was unheard of. "That is not what | mean, | would never ask you to

spy on the lady of the house. What | mean is that you should keep her out of trouble.

My wife is impulsive and has a talent for angering people with her words. She responds to confrontation with

confrontation, speople might be unwise and decide to retaliate physically."

"Oh, | see." Jesting nodded.

Like all the other workers, he had heard about the fiery temper of the crown princess. It was said she took no

prisoners, never negotiated and was decisive.

"We have cat a twhen Stormwind is busy, there are so many visitors. As usual, in the crowd there is no

lack of individuals seeking to harm the crown prince. | don’t want my wife to cto harm." he expanded.

Roland scowled as he thought about the assassination attempts which he had survived through the years. Many,

he never even informed the king about.

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and the grassland, out in the open.

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