The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 288: Elarin’s identity unveiled.

Roland waited for her answer, either denial or an admission. His gaze was sharp and unrelenting, daring her to lie to him. He already knew, no matter how she answered, he knew and that fact was not going to change.

Sigrid looked away from his eyes, staring at the wall of the courtyard. She had always told Elarin to only behave submissively when they were out of the public eye. When other people were around, she was to remain neutral, speak to Sigrid less and sometimes coldly.

To the outside world, it had to appear as if there was no collusion between the two of them. They had both kept to these rules so how had Roland caught on?

Was it because she and Elarin had started playing cards and enjoying evening tea with Mauve and Christie since they moved to the royal castle? Maybe she should claim that Elarin was young and bored so they were just friends.

But he knew. Of that, she was sure but how long he had known, she did not know so she decided to ask. "How long have you known?"

Roland exhaled, releasing a breath that even he had no idea he had been holding back. "Long enough."

He turned her face to look at him but she chose to look at a tent inside. She didn’t like it when people knew her secrets, not even those closest to her. It made her feel naked. If he knew about Elarin, what else did he know? Did he know about the brothel? About the organization? His mother!!

I need to calm down...she thought. If he knew about the queen, he would have confronted her already. What she had done could be considered unforgivable, depending on how Roland felt towards his mother.

He turned her face towards himself again and kept a firm grip on her jaw so that she could not avoid his eyes. "You were careful, but not careful enough. No woman of the king gives way to a crown princess when they meet. Elarin always steps to the side when you two pass by each other.

Every time the two of you talk, she pauses and waits for your responses. If what you say is encouraging, she goes on. If you display anger, she steps back, acting like one of your ladies in waiting.

When we were having dinner, she waited for you to serve yourself food first before she served herself. It is in the little things Sigrid. Other people may miss it and attribute her behavior to patience but not me." He told her this in a low voice.

She clenched her jaw, feeling the need to wrap her arms across her chest and back away from him.

"I am not condemning or rebuking you my love. Given the world we live in maybe I even understand you." He shook his head. "I just don’t understand why."

"Why what?" she asked, voice cold.

"Don’t do that." Roland bit out. His voice had less anger and more disappointment. "Don’t pull away from me and close yourself off, acting as if I am your enemy. You can give your coldness to others but not me. I am not your enemy, I am your husband. You know most of my secrets and yet I know only a little bit of yours. I often tell you about my past but when I ask about yours you say the same thing, there is nothing interesting there."

"You looked into me before or after we married. I am sure that you know enough about me." She answered defensively. "And there is nothing interesting truly, it would all bore you anyway."

"Then bore me." He raised his voice suddenly. "Bore me to death but don’t shut me out."

She winced and closed her eyes for a moment. How she wished that he had not brought up Elarin’s matter for they had been having such a great time.

"You told him about Emmah and but this you cannot say!" Cosmos exclaimed.

Sigrid heard the voice in her mind and she blocked it out. What did Cosmos know? When people knew all of your secrets, they could use them against you. Elarin had been her secret pawn and she was compromised. In future, any suggestion that she made in relation to how the empire would be run would be questioned by Roland.

He would know that she had a hand in it and if it was opposing what he wanted, he would know that she had betrayed him.

"Open your eyes." Roland shook her as gently as he could.

She did and she looked at him. His jaw was tensed and his eyes...dark. It seemed he was angry with her.

"I think we should have this conversation somewhere more private." she suggested.

Sigrid had come to a decision while her eyes were closed. If the pawn was useless, she might as well tell him everything. So, they moved to their bedroom and all the servants were dismissed.

Roland kept a distance from her. He picked a wall and leaned against it, folding his arms as he waited for her explanation. "Go on, tell me why you brought Elarin into my father’s life. I do not believe in coincidences, her resemblance to the dead consort Rina is uncanny. To find a woman like Elarin, you must have been searching for a very long time. It seems to me like she has ties to Medoris. Is that where you found her? Who brought her to Eldoria, John or Nathan?"

"Neither." Sigrid pushed herself back on the bed and crossed her legs. "Elarin is from here, Eldoria."

Roland laughed dryly. "So the fairy kingdom she comes from is a lie. Of course it is."

Sigrid swallowed, and she took a measured breath. She had thought things through while they were walking to the bedroom. If she came off as a great schemer, Roland might become too wary of her. No man that was wary of his wife stayed married to that woman for long.

Even if he did, the marriage was not a happy one, like that of king Raff and queen Maurelia. If she did not give up something, they would end up like that. It was a good thing she had a scapegoat to dump all the blame on.

A mute scapegoat that could not defend herself even if she found out the truth.

"Your mother started this not me." Sigrid said, sharing what was both a truth and a lie. But as far as she figured, it was the truth.