The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 70: Venom, Sigrid’s horse.

Brolin wanted to be helpful, all the servants had already figured that Sigrid was very generous to them as long as they were valuable. The servants on The Vale were now envied more than the servants of any other noble household, including the royal castle.

The more valuable you proved to be to Sigrid, the more money you stood to make and Brolin was more than willing to be valuable but he also knew his shortcomings.

"Your highness, I think that you should employ and advisor, someone that is familiar with the political atmosphere and noble affairs." he responded honestly.

Sigrid picked up a crumpet and applied orange jam to it with a spoon, pondering on the advice Brolin had just given her. It was not a bad idea, the queen relied on Lord Benwick to navigate many unstable situations. It was one of the reasons why she had managed to remain a strong central figure in Eldoria.

"Where can I find such a person?" She threw a few sausages down for the dogs, they were whining and looking at her as if they had been starved for days. The small white dog which was still a puppy was trying to climb up onto her laps.

Brolin knew of only one place where men with such talents could be found. "The Merlot school for scholars, but if you want some advice on this matter Lord Benwick is the best person to speak to."

Sigrid placed the half bitten crumpet on the plate while making a face that portrayed uncertainty.

"Lord Benwick works for the queen, now and always he will only serve her interests. My gut tells me that should I seek for his help on this matter, he will be sending me a spy rather than a helper. I already have more than enough eyes on me at all times."

She tilted her head back slowly and called out for Lanai.

"Write a letter to my grandfather, tell him that I am seeking for an advisor, someone that can do for me what Lord Benwick does for the queen. Have it delivered immediately and the messenger should not return without a response."

Lanai took off speedily and mounted a horse that she rode back to the castle.

"Where is my horse, Venom?" Sigrid asked loudly.

Her brother John had gifted her ten horses that were taken care of at the Vale, one the smallest which was Sigrid’s favorite was always by the lake during the day. Cosmos had joked about it being a fish that was put in the wrong body.

Sigrid loved Venom, the horse behaved like a child, always running after her for treats, nuzzling her, attempting to bite her when she angered it. They often played together in the water with the dogs.

The question was meant for Brolin, but he didn’t answer it, Roland did.

"I had it sent to Stormwind for training."

He sat down, stretched his legs and poured himself a glass of orange juice that had been delivered only a minute ago. Sigrid felt the urge to slap the glass out of his hand.

"You sent my horse away for training without informing me, why would you do that?" Her voice rose slightly in a high pitch. "She is mine, not yours and she is small, her size is not meant for riding. Tell your people to bring her back."

Roland was slowly getting used to Sigrid’s stubbornness, she was the kind of person that just bit down and refused to let go of things sometimes.

"Horses are not pets, she is small and weak, it makes her useless. With some training, she can be of some use someday, perhaps our daughter can learn how to ride on your Venom’s back at the age of two." He answered casually.

He picked up the whining puppy and started tugging on its ears with a smile, to him the issue was ended.

To Sigrid, it was not, she was very possessive when it came to her things, like her oranges, her throne, her horse!!! For her, this moment would define many things in their relationship, if she surrendered easily and allowed him do with her things as he pleased she was worried that she would open her eyes one morning and Emmah would be in charge of things. She already wanted the oranges, and no doubt, after spitting up all that blood, it was not impossible for Roland to say yes.

"Bring Venom back." she persisted.

Roland sighed, "Are you going to argue with me over a horse? I didn’t send it off to a butcher to be slaughtered for heaven sake! I sent it to a place with wild green pastures, herds of horses and trained grooms, stable hands, doctors, farriers and trainers. What do you have to complain about?"

Sigrid’s eyes flashed with anger, "You didn’t ask me Roland, that’s what I have to complain about. I have ten horses, I am sure that you sent all or half of them away and I am not complaining, I just want one returned.

She is my companion, I have spent more time with her than I have with you. Venom is not a pet, she is like my child. She will not survive out in the wild, she eats special fodder, carrots, apples, fine oats and fruits.

Her bedding is soft, she has a mattress and a blanket and heating pads which I paid good money to the mage estate to make."

Roland sighed, "We are talking about a tiny horse, not a human child and Stormwind castle is not the wild. You have spoiled that darn horse so much that it bullies the stable boys, it needs some training."

He had seen that soft bedding, the horse lived better than more than a few commoners. He had tried to pet it and it bit at his hand, apparently he was not the first victim. Venom was a small horse with a big attitude.

It had a streak of wildness that needed some taming before it went out of control.

"She is not an it and she has a name, Venom." Sigrid placed emphasis on the name. "Bring my baby back Roland or you are going to have a very unhappy wife on your hands."

Roland put the dog down and reached out to touch her, but she pulled away and glared at him.

"Do you have to be so stubborn about it? he asked.

Sigrid got up and dusted off her dress, showing him that she was leaving.

"Bring her back." she said sternly, and then to Roland’s surprise, she wiped away tears that were making an appearance against her will.

It stunned him so much that he could only helplessly watch as she walked away and when her figure disappeared, he looked at his valet.

"Why is she crying?"

He never thought that he would ever see vulnerability of that kind from Sigrid Thorin. Even on the day when he saved her from near drowning, she did not have a look of fear on her face.

When he told her how much he didn’t want to marry her, she did not run off in tears and hide in a corner. Even when she saw him with Emmah, she did not show emotions, she seemed uninterested. Was sending the horse away such a big thing?

"Well, she treats it like a baby, maybe...." the valet removed his hat and shook his head and turned the question over to one of the six knights. "What do you think Sir Alex?"

Roland turned his body to the right and faced the knight.

Sir Alex unsheathed his sword and held it out. "Your highness, if someone took my sword without informing me, I would be very angry, no matter what the reason was. I believe that it is the same for you.

When the crown princess was talking, she emphasized the word my a few times. It is her horse...sorry, Venom is her horse, you should have talked to her first."

"I am the crown prince..." Roland started.