The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 235: No guaranteed expiry date on the kings life.

Inside the royal castle, Sigrid tended to Roland’s minor wounds on his hands, acquired after punching Benjamin and then the ground and walls when he could not get to Benjamin anymore. He had just finished finished taking a bath and in thirty minutes, he was expected to address the Eldorian’s on live television.

She was suddenly yanked out of the chair and placed on Roland’s lap. Without resistance, she rested the side of her face on his chest and surrendered to his tight hold. He was still burning hot from anger that his body temperature was akin to that of a small furnace.

How he was not sweating buckets was a miracle to her!

"What’s this? Are you using me as a comfort cushion or Sunny?"

Roland closed his eyes, drew in a breath and answered, "I need you or else I am going to lose my mind and blow up this entire castle."

She could feel him trembling with unsaid anger and she gently patted his chest, passing her hand over his heart slowly. Sigrid remembered the look on his face when he was his father the King, laying in that bed, looking hopeless.

The words said by the Lord mage had enraged Roland. Though the king had survived, he was now half the man he once was. The poison had left behind devastating effects, like the king’s movements would be slower. His body would experience a permanent coldness even in the summer.

They could remedy it with magic potions and pills but in the absence of those things, he would shiver, cough and his health would deteriorate rapidly.

On some days, his breathing would be labored, he could not take part in vigorous activities like training with the knights or eat unhealthy foods too often. Roland had asked about fairy dew and the Lord mage said that not even fairy dew water could heal the king completely.

Nevertheless, Princess Elarin was adding it to the water being fed to the king just in case because to some extent, it could help.

Benjamin was lucky that Roland had not ripped off his head after seeing the footage of the little shard excavation trip.

"How could he do it?" Roland asked in a hoarse voice. He had screamed for an hour long, which had resulted in a sore throat that was still in the process of healing.

Sigrid did not respond, she was waiting for him to get it all out.

"There were three knights close enough to that bitch to save her and they did. Even without Benjamin’s help, she would have survived. But my father, the mage knight that attacked him was powerful. He killed two knights with a single blow and sent the others flying before getting close to the king.

Benjamin has trained with me enough times to stand firmly against a mage knight. He could have held off the mage knight for one minute and given the king time to escape and get to the mages." He drew in a breathe.

His temperature increased and Sigrid activated her healing magic to cool him off and soothe him.

"He looked our father right in the eye, turned and run to that bitch. He did not hesitate to throw himself on top of her and protect her with his body. I don’t know which is worst about what he did. That it makes him an ungrateful son or a betrayer to his oath and code of all the knights in the kingdom."

"I watched it, it was hard to see." Sigrid commented.

She had paused the video on the part where Benjamin looked his father directly in the eye, turned and run to Emmah. The look of shock in King Raff’s eyes had also been captured clearly. Two members of the Tv crew in the group of six had been stabbed to death by the assassins as they were recording that scene.

Of the sixty people that had gone on that trip, forty eight had returned alive. Of that number, sixteen had been injured gravely and they were fighting for their lives just like the king. To keep this a secret, those people were also being treated by royal doctors in the royal hospital.

"I wonder how he must have felt in that moment, knowing that the son he adored more than all of us left him to die." He laughed.

The sound was dry, was the rustling of brittle leaves crushed underfoot. It crackled in this throat like dry twigs in a fire, dragging as if unwilling to escape its hollow confines. In it was sorrow, for it came from a place of pain, a dark corner where warmth was absent.

All Sigrid could hear in it was bitterness, emptiness and the haunting of emotions buried deep which were bubbling to the surface now. freewёbnoνel.com

"If he was loved more than the rest of us then why didn’t he choose to save our father?" Roland asked himself. "Maybe this is retribution and my father is being punished for his sins. He was a fair king but not a fair father or husband. He picked and chose who he gave his love and affection to. In the end, the wolf he raised turned around and bit him."

Sigrid looked up at his face, seeing only his chin but in her mind, she pictured his eyes. "Maybe this is a conversation you ought to have with your father. Say these words to him before its too late. Life is not like a loaf of bread Roland, it does not come with a clear expiry date. The king might make it or he might not.

Even if he survives, he will be weak. Who knows how this poison affected his mind? He could open his eyes and not remember any of you or who he is.

He could wake up blind, deaf or mute. At this point, we don’t know what to expect until he opens his eyes. My advice is that you sit by his bedside and say these things. Ask him these questions, tell him what you regret."

"Of what use is it talking to a man that cannot respond anymore?" He asked.

"It is not as if you were willing to have this conversation with him when he was healthy and alert. And you are not talking to him for his sake, you are doing it for yours. I think you need it." She refused to give up on the idea.

Roland tightened his hands around her again, grazing her arms with the tips of his fingers. His temper had gone down, the energy from his magic was barely leaking through.