The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 90: A most hillarious welcome.

In the courtyard of the Thorin estate, a formerly peaceful afternoon turned into sheer chaos and Roland

experienced a rather hilarious welcto the hof the duke. This was because a crown prince that was

known for his impeccable elegance and unspeakable strength was fighting off a muster of peacocks.

Roland could not understand why the birds had attacked him, all he had done was give them one look of

admiration but apparently that was all it took to offend them.

One of the peacocks, the most majestic and feisty one led the attack, after letting out a series of of alarmed

squeaks.

The peacocks moved in solidarity, charging like a well trained army as they squawked and shrieked. One pecked

at his polished boots, another nipped at his royal sash, one was trying to rip out his hair and others took the

opportunity to nip at any part of his body that they could access.

The courtyard echoed with laughter from the estate staff and the knights who simply didn’t know what to do.

General Paxton laughed the loudest, at the top of his voice. He clapped and cheered the peacocks on.

Suddenly, the leader of the peacock gang let out a very loud honk and pecked Roland's backside, his arms

flailed, he stumbled back and fell into the fountain that was in the middle of the courtyard.

"Aaah!!!" Sigrid screamed and covered her mouth.

As Roland emerged, drenched and sputtering, the victorious peacocks strutted around the fountain triumphantly.

"What are you standing around for? Help the crown prince." Lanai shouted.

The knights unfroze and rushed to Roland's aid, quite a bit late as he stepped out of the fountain with a sword in

hand, shooting the peacocks a piercing deadly glare.

As if they sensed the danger, they turned and run away, shrieking loudly as they escaped for their dear lives.

"I will have their heads." Roland’s growled out.

Sigrid dashed towards him and she held her arms out, "Roland, those are my grandmother's peacocks, you

cannot behead them."

He looked at her and growled, the peacocks had humiliated him, how could he spare them. They needed to be

de-feathered and stewed or roasted. The stupid peacocks were food, not pets, he never understood why people

raised those darn birds.

"Your highness, your in-laws are watching." Sir Samuel whispered to him.

Roland looked away from Sigrid and saw the many eyes on him, especially those of his in-laws. General Paxton

looked like he was waiting for an opportunity to fight him, the duke was frowning in disapproval, the duchess

looked worried, as worried as his wife was. If he harmed the peacocks, he had a feeling that he would never be

welcon the Thorin estate again.

He remembered his reason for visiting, he had cin peace to pay respects to his wife's elders, so he lowered

his sword and put it back in the sheath.

"What lovely birds you are raising, your grace." he said in a bitter voice as he looked at the duchess.

Duchess Mila covered her mouth and laughed, "Sigrid, take him on a tour of the coffee plantation before you

both cin for lunch. Oh, and give him a change of clothes."

"Yes grandma." she answered. She tugged on Roland arm, leading him to the horses. "Con, it will be faster if

we ride our horses there." She waved at her family and set off.

General Douglass was quite confused, Sigrid had mounted the horse with ease. "Is my daughter wearing

trousers?"

"It's called a pleated skirt pant." his wife answered. She flipped back her skirt to show off the trouser inside,

"This was designed forpersonally by Sigrid, | have many more like this. | must admit that working in the

farms and riding horses has becmuch easier with these skirt pants. | gave birth to a very wise daughter."

she added, beaming with pride.

"She has not made anything for me." The general mumbled. "Oh well, she brought that arrogant prince over and

the peacocks taught him a lesson on my behalf. | feel very satisfied right now."

The duke and his son laughed softly.

"I think they were aiming for Sigrid." The duchess joined them in laughter.

"They know better than to go near her." Iryne snorted and then she laughed as well. "Did you see that one that

bit his bottom, Its the one Sigrid named Pepper. | must say that it matches its nquite well."

Paxton Thorin sighed as he put a hand around his wife's shoulders. "It’s too bad that this scene was not

recorded, | would love to watch it over and over."

"Who says says that it wasn’t?" Duchess Mila pointed at a camera made of crystal which was used in the

shooting of lady Blanche on their estate. "There is one in the hedges that was recording the whole thing."

"We can play it for him while we are having lunch." The duke suggested.

"Now | am even happier than | was before." Paxton declared.

The Thorin’s continued to laugh as they walked into the house.

Meanwhile, Roland and Sigrid arrived at the edge of the plantation and he dried off and changed his clothes in

one of the green houses.

When he cout her was the prince the Eldorian’s were familiar with, tall and poised, exuding an air of quiet

confidence.

"Is this the coffee plantation?"

His deep, thoughtful eyes took in the

beauty of the plantation, it was much

bigger than he magne inchirhind.

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he had thought, he had imagined

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"Walk with me." she told him.

He joined her and they embarked on a walk through the plantation, one of the farm hands that considered

himself knowledgeable was leading the way, explaining how coffee was grown to the prince.

Roland was listening, but every so often, his eyes stole a glance at the princess beside him. She was not her

usual chatty self but rather graceful and elegant, holding herself with regal composure.

The fierce beauty of her features

betrayed a hint of boredom and an

unspoken allure that drew his gaze.

She walked with hes handsat her

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moved to them. He felt an urge to

grasp one of them, her hands were

soft and warm despite the few

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As if she sensed that his thoughts were on her, she turned her head and met his eyes, then smiled. Her smile

was innocent and yet it still captivated him and caused a minor flutter in his heart .

Roland was feeling at peace, simply

walking with her, which he did not

understand. At a lake nebad (

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Was it the plantation? Did it also possess the wondrous effect of making his heart and mind calm or was it her,

the woman that he once found to be an eyesore.

He looked at her again and by coincidence, their gazes clashed once again. She turned around and started

walking backwards while facing him with that smile on his face again.

This time, their was a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Is it beautiful?" she asked.

He looked into her sparkling green eyes and answered, "You are."

She almost tripped after hearing his answer but he moved quickly and grabbed her waist.

"Be careful."

He moved her backwards slowly, guiding her steps and she let him, it was almost as if they were dancing. The

enchantment of the coffee plantation seemed to weave an invisible thread between them.