Prince Roland, precious rose.

"Your majesty, about the secondary wife....." she said.

"This matter...." the king interrupted in a more serious voice. It sounded like he was about to reject it. Duke Thorin was not about to let that happen, not when it concerned the future life affairs of his granddaughter.

"The Thorin family will hand over all of our salt mines to the royal family." he declared.

Sigrid's mouth fell slightly open, unexpectedly, her grandfather had decided that if they were in for a penny then they might as well go all in for the pound.

"Done." The King declared with the spirit of an auctioneer sealing the deal by accepting the highest bid.

There and then, the king wrote another decree and ordered for it to be publicized.

"Thank you, your majesty." Sigrid bowed.

The never ending action, giving her a stiff neck as she was not used to it.

"Rise." The King told her.

She got to her feet just when her grandfather was thanking the king. She was ready to hightail it out of the castle and start exploring this world and putting together a survival plan.

The king's chancellor walked in with the death free medal and it was handed to Sigrid. He gave her a rigorous look as he handed it over.

Chancellor Beneville could not believe that a woman with a reputation of being rude and untalented had somehow swindled the king into granting the Thorin family a death free medal and denying the crown prince a secondary wife.

Both of those actions would surely have the ministers armed with sharp words and petitions in the king's court in the days to come.

"Your majesty, I would like to walk my granddaughter out before we can discuss more details about the marriage." Duke Thorin requested.

The king granted his request and finally, Sigrid was able to escape from the confining walls of the king's presence. She followed her grandfather who marched ahead with speed and only stopped when they came to the top of the twenty stairs outside that lead up to the castle's main doors.

"Sigrid," The duke turned around and looked at her. He looked at her with keen eyes and a frown. "Why didn't you do as I told you? I understand that you have feelings for the crown prince but marriage into the royal family is not what i want for you.

You have lived a carefree life away from the politics of the capital city. Your father and I have pampered and allowed you to do as you please over the years.

I am afraid that your carefree ways and unmeasured words will put you on the wrong side of many."

"I am not as foolish as I used to be, grandfather." She replied calmly. "I understand the precarious situation our family finds itself in, enemies on every side looking to bring us down. The king was not going to let us go without a positive response to the marriage offer, it was either the crown prince, an old man or a dandy in another city."

"I would never let that happen." Her grandfather assured her.

Both of them stepped aside for a moment, allowing the herald to pass between them. He was followed by a team of six sword warriors, their hurried steps going in the direction of the castle gates.

They were on their way to spread the news of the crown prince's impending marriage.

"You would have been accused of disobeying the king's orders if you resisted," Sigrid told him as they came closer again to talk. "It is not all hopeless grandfather, at least we got a death free medal, our family is safer now. As for the salt business, we can just sell something else; sugar is even more expensive than salt. I have the recipe for fine sugar, you can count on me to make us billionaires."

She thumped her chest proudly.

Duke Thorin snorted and rolled his eyes, he had no idea what billionaire meant but he liked the fact that Sigrid had been prepared. He was rather surprised however, with this new mental evolution of hers. Since when was she calculative?

"Did your grandmother give you some advise?"

Sigrid nodded.

Duke Thorin smiled, indeed his wife had a hand in this, Sigrid would not have thought of asking for a death free medal or handing in the salt recipe on her own.

"Sigrid, what do you truly think of the crown prince?" he asked.

She stared at the cobble stone ground, pondering on the question for a moment and then looked up to her grandfather fully.

The original Sigrid was a love brain, completely an idiot for the crown prince. She had met him once at the Eastern boarder when he visited to inspect the soldiers and progress of the war.

On that day, she had fallen into the water but her servant girls rescued her in time. She was shivering because it was cold, Prince Roland happened to be passing by and he took off his fur coat and placed it over her.

That single act of kindness was all it had taken for the original Sigrid to become obsessed with him. She turned into a stalker, following him everywhere and annoying him. It stopped when he returned to the capital while she stayed at the boarder.

Still, she wrote him hundreds of letters that were never replied, she sent gifts that were always returned. When she was brought back to the capital, she secretly harmed every young woman rumored to be involved with the crown prince and once again started stalking him.

No wonder Roland hated the original Sigrid, she had made his life uncomfortable in different ways.

The newly transmigrated Sigrid had no feelings for Roland but the old one did. She had to give an answer that was in line with what the original would say.

"He is like a rare rose, the crown prince, beautiful and precious." She tilted her head and laughed shyly.

Inside, she was gagging, she could not believe that she had to keep up the love brain idiot act for a while.

Duke Thorin sighed.

"Your grandmother once planted a garden of Pink Pocus roses, they were so precious and beautiful, so rare in the world. But, they also had thorns which made them dangerous.

Even as a child, you were so stubborn and you didn't listen well. In everything, you had to have your way so you always played with the roses.

One day when you were playing, one of the thorns pierced one of your fingers. You cried for three hours and got a fever that lasted three days. We all lost our heads with worry."

This was not written in the novel, Sigrid had no memory of it at all. In a novel of three hundred fifty thousand words, content about the villainous Sigrid Thorin was only 5% and it was always about her plotting something and getting her face slapped. It was never a full chapter, until her death came around and the author decided to bless her with two chapters describing her torture in great detail.

"Do you know what happened to the roses?" he asked.

She shook her head naturally.

"We had them cut up and set on fire." he said gently but with ambiguity.