The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 20: A not so typical wedding night....2

Before her hand could cdown, something in her warned her to stop and she did because she was never one

to ignore her instincts.

Her hand was hovering slightly above his cheek when she noticed that his eyes were open and the scowl on

Roland's face had returned with a vengeance and his mood was dark, darker than the feathers of a raven.

He growled like a bear and reached his hands out, Sigrid was not sure if his intention was to shove her away or

pull her down and strangle her. Either way, both options were not very attractive to her at the moment.

Reacting out of sheer instinct, she drew her hand back and brought it down to defend herself. Roland rolled

away, the punch landed on the mattress but her right leg was grabbed out of the blue.

She moved quickly, aiming her fists at his midsection and successfully got one hit in, he let go of her leg and she

sat up, locking eyes with him.

A silent mutual understanding passed between them, thick tension grabbed a hold of the air as they faced each

other, a challenge was laid down.

Sigrid moved first, attacking Roland with precise strikes using her hands and feet expertly, better than most of

the knights in the kingdom. Roland responded to each attack with perfect defense, protecting the weak and

important parts of his body.

He did not stop at defending, he also attacked her, increasing the brutality as the fight went on for longer than

he thought. He had brushed off her words when she said she could match him in close combat and he was

coming to realize that she was right.

As the fight intensified, so did the emotions and parts of their clothing were ripped like his shirt and the lower

half of her wedding dress.

The sound of their breathing bechoarse and louder as they clashed like enemies, everything was a weapon

so they crushed the furniture and broke the porcelain. Their shoes and even the food which had been placed on

the table prior to their arrival were thrown and and forth.

Outside the bedroom, the servants and wounded knights whose pride Cosmos had shattered listened to the

ruckus in wonder. The sounds coming from the bedroom were very questionable, to their ears, husband and wife

in the bedroom were consummating.

All of the white knights had a few questions on their minds, beginning with why the crown prince that hated his

wife was willing to sleep with her? Even though she had forcefully captured him, engaging in relations was a

different story, she could not force him, she was a woman after all.

There were those that were snickering and giggling, the crown prince was a man after all and his wife was very

beautiful, it was not surprising that he had fallen victim to her her charms. However, weren't they going at it a

little too roughly? At this rate, the crown princess would be broken into two pieces.

Inside the bedroom, the fight was still ongoing but most of the rage had been removed and it had been replaced

with a different emotion that neither one could put a hand on.

Roland grabbed onto the back of Sigrid's head and her hair cundone, she threw her head back, headbutting

him right on the nose. He groaned and grabbed her waist, throwing her down on the mattress with force, landing

on top of her.

"Stop moving." he roared.

He was having sdifficulties, a certain part of his body seemed to be responding in an unexpected way.

Sigrid sneered, if she stopped moving, who knew if she would lose her head, she was not taking any chances.

She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her arms moved upwards, she wanted to wrap them

around his neck and squeeze.

Roland caught them before they could reach, with one hand, he imprisoned both of her hands. Sigrid was not

reconciled, she moved her head from side to side and wriggled.

"Let go ofyou mad man." she struggled.

"I said stop moving or else this fight will take on a very different direction." Roland warned for he was running

out of patience.

Sigrid could see that the fight in him had dissipated, the scowl was gone. She stopped moving, her body cto

a standstill and she locked eyes with him once more. They were both breathing heavily, sweat glistening on the

exposed parts of their bodies.

They had both given the fight their very best, not knowing that it would push them to their limits.

"I win." she declared.

Roland laughed through ragged breaths, she was clearly crazy. How had she won when he did not use his magic

in the fight? If he had, she would not have had a choice to get close to him.

"Even if you use magic, | will still win." Sigrid declared.

He frowned, her words were right on time, just when he thought about using magic during their fight. Had she

read his mind or guessed?

"You can let go ofnow." She told him.

It seemed she was just as impatient

as he was only now, he was not that

eager to let go of her. Roland aga

man Re Ne) fight and

shea just proved that she could be

a great partner for sparring. This

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When he thought about her beauty he

admitted it reluctantly, his wife was

exquisite but he had never taken the

tto observeheiéddosely before.

fBRnedd Ress and crooked ways

were stripped away, she was not so

bad, hell she was more beautiful than

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If they stood side by side, Portia Winchester would fade into the background. Sigrid's skin was flawless except for

the little black mole on the tip of her nose.

Her eyes were clear, green and fierce, presenting a challenge that he wanted to take on, her lips...his eyes

trailed down before he could fully formulate a thought on her lips.

She was his wife, what would be the harm in getting a small taste of the beckoning full lips?

For a moment, Roland seemed to

forget how much he loathed her and

thought about soma YhecpleaSlires

stre coud give him, things that

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Roland's free hand moved of it's own accord, snaking around Sigrid's waist.

"You lunatic, are you actually aroused?" Sigrid blurted out?