The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 142: Never leave me.

It was the very first tthat someone was seeing the reality in the picture, seeing it for what it truly was. A cry

for help, a young boy that was drowning in loneliness and on the brink of actually leaping off that cliff.

"It was a tragic day, worse than any war | have ever fought." Roland eyed the portrait with anger. His hands went

around Sigrid’s waist, hugging her in public.

He did not care that there were other people in the hall, visitors at Stormwind. What he needed to feel steady

like his legs were on the ground and lately, Sigrid made him feel that way.

The knights surrounded them, keeping the visitors at bay, especially the ones that those crystal cameras in hand

and were taking pictures of everything they saw.

Sigrid did not make any move to be separated from him and she just raised her right hand and caressed the

front of his head which was buried in her neck. She did not need a high IQ to guess that something had gone

wrong on that day, something that left Roland feeling raw. She also had no doubt that it had to do with the way

he was raised.

"You are my family, right?" he asked her.

The question startled her, and it reminded her of a scene in the when Emmah was at Stormwind castle and

she told him that she would be his family. Now that she thought about it, Roland had just taken her on a tour of

this hall. They had not hugged as he was doing now, they had just held hands.

It looked like she had successfully stolen the plot and whatever blessings Stormwind castle had to offer had been

diverted from Emmah to her.

"Yes." she answered automatically.

"You will never leave me, right?" he whispered.

She nodded. "Why would | ever leave you? We are husband and wife, we are family, we are one. From the day

we got married, | becyour family and you mine. You gained the rest of the Thorin’s as family as well."

He thought about the group of funny liars and ruthless individuals that were as thick as thieves and nice despite

their shortcomings. Roland thought about the wine and cheese they had sent him.

The regular letters he got from his mother-in-law Iryne inquiring on his well-being and complaining about the rise

of lady Blanche. His own responses were often perfunctory but that did not stop her from replying in her usual

informal style.

He remembered the golden pocket watch that his father-in-law had sent him.

He thought about the cloaks and boots which the duchess Mila had sent him, the knives which duke Thorin had

given him and a new carriage. The old man even checked on him regularly at the training grounds.

It was not just them but her brothers and scousins who went out of their way to do nice things for him,

invite him out for drinks. There was no denying that the Thorin’s had gone out of their way to treat him as one of

their own.

"I should consider myself lucky in that case."

"Lucky that you married me." she said.

He laughed, and a weight that had been siting on his chest when he stood in front of the portrait dissipated.

They remained in that position for at least ten minutes. It crossed Roland’s mind that perhaps it was tto get

rid of the portrait.

Maybe he could set it on fire, or have a horse trample over it. It was not worth holding onto anymore.

He let her go but held on to her hand and they existed the hall together without looking at other portraits. They

made their way to the house because Sigrid was ready to relax.

She was glad that the part of the castle were they lived was far from all the noise and activities. Just as she

entered the house, she heard a loud shriek.

The shriek was followed by loud yips of a dog, what sounded like utensils crushing to the floor and then a

shadow. Sigrid found herself with an arm full of dog__Sunny being the dog.

She turned around and thrust it into Roland’s hands. "You could not leave the damn dog behind. We cfor a

couple’s honeymoon and yet | have to share your twith the dog." She groaned and rolled her eyes.

Roland patted Sunny’s head and the dog made soft whining sounds. Its round eyes were not focused on Roland

but Sigrid instead. In there, was an accusation as if it was blaming her for not wanting to carry it.

"He cried when we were leaving, what was | supposed to do? Sunny loves you, why don’t you love him back?"

She let go a humph through her nose as in denial of the dog's love for her.

"You brought your horse Venom, | am not commenting on that." Roland mumbled.

"We are at a horse farm!!" she exclaimed. It made sense that Venom had come, Sunny on the other hand not so

much.

The servants that had lined up to be introduced watched the royal couple with curiosity, smiles and a variety of

opinions which they would only share among themselves later.

"Ahem." Someone cleared his throat.

Roland and Sigrid noticed the

Stormwind servants and put on their

best smiles. He pulled her by the

waist and planted her (mig: by his

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Roland interlocked their fingers with his left hand and carried Sunny with his right one as he proudly identified

the servants that had been with him for the longest time. Most, since he took ownership of Stormwind castle.

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her to the elderly butler of thegasle.

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His serious attitude was completely the opposite of his nor his words.

"Whatever you need while we are here, he will find even if it is nonexistent. Do not ever underestimate his

capabilities." Again, Roland praised the butler.

The elderly butler removed the cap from his head and held it between his right hand fingers. "Well, | did manage

to pour tea without spilling this morning, so the title isn't entirely undeserved."

Jesting maintained his attitude but Sigrid could not keep a straight face anymore and she burst into laughter. She

could not tell if the prince and his butler were joking or being