The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 310: Roland reads the fourth letter

Roland nodded.

He confirmed what Sigrid had already discovered when she looked into House Benwick. Before eliminating Lord

Benwick, she had to know if there were others behind him that would clooking for justice or revenge.

"Until him." Roland confirmed. "He started making connections at a very young age of ten, from what | have

heard. He used his connections in business to travel around the empire and beyond, studying people, learning

weaknesses, collecting secrets. Then, when he was comfortable enough, he started selling his services to

powerful nobles. Eventually, he found his way to the De-Kensington house and becthe queen's advisor."

"Mmmm..." Sigrid let out a skeptical sound.

"What?" Roland asked her.

"Did | forget to mention that he was working for your father the king, not your mother. Him, Romilda and the king

had a secret club and they would meet up and plot how to deal with their enemies. Didn't you ever notice that

Lord Benwick did not truly help your mother in any way. For a man that passes himself off as clever, he did not

even help her spread a positive reputation.

When people speak of your mother, they don’t really have much to say. All they recall about her is the fact that

she was unloved, bitter and cold.

If Lord Benwick was truly helping her, he would have aided her in turning her into a sage queen. One whose good

deeds would never be forgotten. She should have been the princess Diana of Eldoria."

"Princess Diana?" Roland repeated the name, frowning. "Who is that?"

Sigrid shook her head. "Just someone | heard about in a story. But you get the point that | am trying to make. He

should have turned her into a queen loved by the people, adored, an icon. People remember more on consort

Rina than they do on the queen. | have met three girls named Rina and not a single Maurelia. Benwick sabotaged

your mother."

Roland opened the letter that she had handed to him, unfolded the paper slowly and started to read words that

caused his blood to boil.

[My dearest Sigrid

The most beloved keeper of my heart. My letters reach you but | receive no response and it has left my heart

bleeding. But | know that it not because you do not wish to write back, it is because of the barbaric crown prince

you were forced to wed.

Though the high walls of his royal castle keep us apart physically, they cannot sever the bond that we have

forged for each other in our souls. | write to you with good news, | have finally reached Eldoria. My journey from

Anquiri has been perilous--bandits, treacherous trails, even a large baboon that bestedin combat and nearly

took my arm. But, | made it beloved and now my sword sings for only one purpose: your freedom.

In two days, | shall be at the gates of the dastardly fortress where they hide you from me, keeping you captive.

Not even the magic of your so-called husband the barbarian prince will stop me. The so called king to be, Crown

prince Roland Maximus--a most odious man. Such a insipid creature he is!

I have seen him on television, he has nothing to offer anyone but his fists and hair. They say he is a hero but

what kind of hero wears silk-lined boots to avoid discomfort even in war? He is as dull as soup with no flavor and

just a sprinkling of salt. His wit can be outmatched by any clever sheep in the kingdom. He is not worthy of you

and | shall see to it that your nand his are not tied together ever again.

| swear this on my forefathers, when | arrive, the stars will align for us. They shall bear witness to the moment

your shackles fall. They will light the way as we leave this miserable land and find happiness in the wild.

Stay strong, my beloved. Await my arrival not as a prisoner, but as a queen soon to reclaim the throne beside

the one who truly loves her.

Forever your devoted knight, Sir Jenson Kershaw.]

"Barbarian!!!" Roland bellowed. "Odious! Insipid! My wit can be outmatched by a clever sheep."

Sigrid sat down, she was willing to wait for him to get all of his anger out. This letter had arrived just before she

went to the podium for the unveiling and she had only glimpsed at it briefly. The content was not much different

from all the others, it was filled with promises to rescue her.

The difference between those letter and this one was that Lord Benwick had decided to take sjabs at the

prince. He even added shumor by implying that he had fought with a baboon.

Now that she thought about it, the letter was quite funny. If someone saw her reading it with a smile on her face,

it would be easy to misunderstand her. Someone would assthat she was enjoying what she was reading.

If rumors of an affair cup, it would be easy to find a servant that would testify to her happiness when she

read the letter. That alone could be enough to sink her.

Roland tore the letter into pieces, dropped the little bits on the floor and then pointed a wand at them.

"Infernum!" he barked.

The tiny papers went up in flames very quickly, turning into ashes.

"That son of a bitch!" Roland bellowed, punching the desk.

Sigrid sighed. "Temper Roland, control your temper. We have talked about this many times, you must control

your temper and strength."

"How dare he write such filth to you!" Roland's fist hit another desk and he broke it as well. "I will kill him

myself." He clenched his fists and gritted his jaw.

Lord Benwick had truly taken it too far.

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