"I am surprised Lord Benwick. You did not seem to be the suicidal type to . I expected much more of a fight from you."
He coughed up more blood and laughed, cackles falling out of his mouth like the last cracking of a twig in a tiny fire. "You think you are smart, but you are not the smartest. Soday, sohow, soone will whisper sothing to you and you will do it. One thing will to two and two will lead three."
Once again, he coughed before continuing, "Eventually you will have soone like by your side. Maybe it will be one of those with you today or maybe it will be soone else. I don’t know who but soone will pull your strings."
He breathed his last and his head fell.
Duke Thorin sniffed the air. "Do you sll that?"
The others raised their heads and their nostrils flared.
"Fuck!" Sigrid cursed. She waved her hand once and they all vanished out of the manor, coming out a small distance beyond the wall.
Before they could steady themselves, a loud explosion rocked the air and the earth trembled. As hot flas rose from manor and the wall ca tumbling down, everyone sighed in relief for they had escaped a terrible death.
Sigrid covered her mouth and she laughed. "That rat bastard, he had other plans it seed."
Mauve looked down at the body of Lord Benwick which Sigrid had sohow managed to bring out with them. She also thought back on the mont when Sigrid took them all out of the manor. Not a single command had fallen from her lips.
A part of her beat nervously and awe filled her. Sigrid was truly powerful, much more than she let on. As the lights ca on and people run out of their houses to co and take a look at the burning manor, they retreated into the shadows and returned to the mage estate.
Sigrid personally set fire to Lord Benwick’s body. It was the only way she could be reassured that the man was truly dead. She did not want anything like what happened in dramas to happen. Villains often had a habit of dying and resurrecting.
She left Veylin in the care of the Lord mage with instructions to make so changes to his physical appearance and then she and her ladies-in-waiting took their carriages back to the Thorin estate.
Almost close to the gates of the estate, they had to co to a stop because other carriages were lined up outside, leading all the way directly to the gate. They were royal carriages and outside of them, Roland and his n were waiting. They had been there for a while.
Sigrid knew that Roland was there for her so she step out of the carriage. Before she reached her husband, she couldn’t help but notice one of the newer maids that worked for her family. She ca to the n with a glasses of lemonade, water and two cups of hot chocolate coffee. She was quite brazen when she reached Roland, offering him a seductive smile and dipping her bosom to expose the bountiful curves of her breasts. There was no mistaking what she ant.
Sigrid scoffed. Her husband did not even need to do anything for won to throw themselves at him. He was almost the emperor now, which woman did not want him?
And yet, she still found it revolting. The fact that they had no sha and threw themselves at a married man without feeling the slightest sha was disgusting.
While she was waiting to see how her husband would react, Mauve and Christie walked up to her from behind. They watched in silence as she did.
Roland reached his hand out, placed the cup of chocolate coffee back on the silver tray and gestured for Sir Samuel to get rid of the maid. The smile that had been on his face as he chatted with his brother and his n had faded. It had been replaced with a look of nausea.
Sigrid was very pleased to see that look on his face. Her lips even stretched to form a smile but it died when an errant thought crossed her mind. Perhaps her husband had classy tastes in the won he chose to flirt with. A maid was far worse than Keeley or any other noble woman.
"He has done well." Mauve comnted.
"He has a long way to go." Christie said.
"Still, this shows so progress." Mauve insisted on praising Roland.
"Maybe because there are people around and she is a Thorin maid. Surely he would not be too stupid as to eat from the sa place where he shits." Christie said.
They were like an angel and a devil on Sigrid’s shoulders.
Christie turned her head to look at Mauve as she was confused. "Wait, shouldn’t it be the sa place were Sigrid, our highly respected very beautiful crown princess shits?"
"Shush you two." She hissed at them. All this whispering was the very thing that Lord Benwick had talked about. The opinions of others which would affect her decision making.
Sigrid was not a fool. She welcod their opinions but she had no intentions of allowing anyone to lead her by the nose.
Slowly, she walked towards Roland. He was already waiting for her, a big grin on his handso face. He knocked on the door of a carriage when she was close enough and a bouquet of flowers was handed to him. He took it and handed it to her.
He bent and whispered in her ear, "Congratulations on your victory. I was not worried at all." It was a lie, he had been worried about her and he had counted the seconds until she returned.
Roland took Sigrid’s right hand and kissed the back. It was like the caress of a feather, simple and light.
Sigrid drew her hand back and fought the urge to roll her eyes. "How long have you been here?"
"I don’t know, I have not been counting. I served so soup and ca here after. You on the other hand remained on the mage estate, you were seen and heard yelling at Finn and his team of naces twice because they were distracting you and the other people in the eting."
He was explaining to her what he had made fake Sigrid do. Rather than risk her walking around and talking to people, he locked her up in the mage tower and announced a eting of so mages and the lord mage to discuss a new magical invention.
"Thank you for your help." She offered him a gentle smile.
"May I follow you inside for a more detailed conversation? Your grandmother is not too keen on letting inside without your say so. It seems like Mauve has been doing so whispering about ."
He looked over her shoulder at Mauve who was finally talking to a sheep faced Galen.
Even Christie’s attention had been taken up by Orpheus Ashford, a red knight that was new to Roland’s close circle and from the noble Ashford house. The sa house that birthed rakes.
All the won at the royal castle were already buzzing about him. It seed Christie Shadowre was not very resistant to his roguish charms.
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