The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 143: Lady of the house.

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 come with 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 some tea 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 I 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.

"I 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 become bankrupt. 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 same here and fell down?

"Jesting, while we are here do me a 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 asking me to do. Do you want me to 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 I mean, I would never ask you to spy on the lady of the house. What I 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, some people might be unwise and decide to retaliate physically."

"Oh, I 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 come at a time when 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. I don’t want my wife to come to 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.

"Might I suggest then that we cease all activities today and push them for a week or however long you intend to stay. It is the first time that you have brought home the lady of the house. I think that she should be allowed to enjoy her home peacefully.

She called your return a honeymoon, if there are a lot of activities I am afraid that you will not have time to show her around, teach her how to race on the tracks, swim in the pond or enjoy a picnic by the sea or under the oaks."

Roland was not against the suggestion entirely, at most he would lose some income. It was not as if he was dirt poor and in desperate need of money anyway.

He leaned against the frame of the window and smiled, drawing an image of Sigrid enjoying all the activities that Jesting had mentioned. He could see them enjoying some private time in the ponds. It would be interesting to have sex in the pond, and the grassland, out in the open.

His thoughts deviated and went to a different place, Maybe up on the trees as well.....he thought.