The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 257: Roland in a daze.

Roland and Sigrid compared thoughts on how to break Veylin. In fifteen minutes of doing that, they did not come close to a solution they both agreed on.

"We could give him Miss Keeley Valerius as wife." she suggested after ten seconds of silence.

Roland abruptly sat up and he looked at her through wide shocked eyes. He had a dreadful feeling that she was already aware of what Lord Lachlan Valerius had suggested to him in the petition.

"Is there anything that gets past you?" He asked her.

She smiled stiffly and shook her head. "Noooo..."

"How did you find out?" he asked curiously.

"I am mage." She shrugged.

Her answer did not explain how she knew what she knew. In truth, she had three spies in the Valerius house. Before the petition even arrived on Roland’s desk, she knew its contents.

"So, how do you plan to respond to Lord Lachlan? Should I prepare a nursery?"

Her mouth was dangerous, Roland decided then and there. She had a way of elevating his heartbeat in a way that was much worse than any ride towards the edge of the cliff on the back of his horse.

He took her right hand, looked her in the eye and kissed the back of the hand. "That will not be necessary. Any children I have must come from you. You are my wife Sigrid and forever you will be my only queen. I love you...I have grown to love you...need you and want you. I rely on you more than anyone else in my life.

You have no idea what kind of warmth and happiness you have brought into my life. This empire that we want to create, it is our dream not my dream. As long as I have your loyalty and you have mine, then we are all we need."

She pulled her hand out of his and twisted her lips, pretending that she was not touched by his spontaneous confession.

"My love...." He pulled her hand back.

Sigrid felt panicked, she was not ready to tell him that she loved him back. Whether the words were fake or real, she was unprepared to utter them. With Emmah still breathing and walking around with a lucky halo on her head, love was nothing but a blockade to her mission which was staying alive.

She grasped his fingers and put them on her stomach. "We should prepare that nursery."

Roland frowned, "What do you mean? I just told you that I will not be taking Lord Lachlan up on his ridiculous offer. I refuse to have a child that will be ridiculed, a child that will live forever feel unwanted because they must live in the shadows of my legal heirs. I refuse to have a child that is not yours...ours!" His voice rose more and more as his anger grew.

He could not fathom how she could even consider that ridiculousness. Was it because they had lost a child before? Was she unwilling to carry his children now?

He drew his hand back, looking at her with disbelief that bedded a hint of harshness. "You don’t want to have my children! you would really rather have another bear me heirs than try again!"

"Time out." Sigrid backed away from him, holding her hands up to stop him from derailing as a result of foolish assumptions. "I have not said anything about not wanting to have your children."

"Our children." he spat out.

"Yes." she shouted to the heavens, suddenly feeling a wave of anger. "Will you stop making it sound as if I don’t want them too and I am not willing to let another woman give you heirs. Stop leaping to conclusions and listen to me you bull headed bastard, I am pregnant. I mentioned the nursery because I am pregnant." She heaved as she repeated herself.

Her breathing was comparable to that of a runner on a mountain that had just reached the peak.

Roland opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again. Shock coursed through his blood, if he was standing, it would have knocked him over. "You are pregnant." He whispered.

She nodded. "Just two and half weeks. I was planning to tell you when I started to show but it slipped out of me." Sigrid put her hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes, saying with seriousness. "This is a secret, you cannot tell anyone, not until I safely sail through the first trimester."

"You are pregnant." Roland whispered again. He seemed to be in a daze.

It seemed like he would be in a dazed state for a while so she curled herself on the sofa, waiting for him to finally come out of reverie. She would never know how long that daze lasted because she fell asleep within two minutes.

***

Medoris

Another individual that was in a daze, was Akia Imogen Nithercott, the divine messenger of Medoris. Like Sigrid and Emmah, she was a transmigrator but she had been in this world for far longer than the other two.

With her abilities and position as the advisor to the king, she was the face of change that swept through the empire, pulling it from what was a Victorian era to a modern day magic world.

Most cities of Medoris had undergone change and taken on the shape of modern day Japan which was her country of origin.

She had pulled herself and her family from poverty to riches. Her father Ren Nithercott was current prime minister of Medoris. She herself was known as the most desired woman in the kingdom.

She had power and wealth and all that was missing was a husband. Like Emmah, Akia’s goal was one: to marry the prince that would be the next emperor. In line with her goals, she had settled on Prince Zora, the second son of the emperor. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Secretly, she funded and empowered him. With her white lotusing...or pretentious and seductive behavior she seduced Prince Zora, stealing him away from his original fiance. Her dream of becoming the first empress of Medoris was so close.

Their engagement had been announced and the wedding set for a date in the summer. However, misfortune struck only a day after the engagement was announced.

On this very night, the entire ruling family had been poisoned at a private dinner party by a mage from the Arcane Society disguised as a servant. The emperor’s distant cousin Malcom the fourth had quickly taken over power and fired the prime minister.

In his opinion, the Nithercott’s held too much power in court. Medoris was now in a state of unease with different royal relatives contesting for power.

Akia was contemplating what to do when a crow landed on the ledge of her window, bringing unexpected news. Eldoria had conquered Nemoris, the Eldorian king was unconscious and Prince Roland was now in charge. She put her hands together as an idea bloomed in her mind. If she wanted power, there were other ways of getting it. A mutually beneficial marriage for one was an old way that always did the trick.