Inside the royal castle, Sigrid tended to Roland's minor wounds on his hands, acquired after punching Benjamin and then the ground and walls when he could not get to Benjamin anymore. He had just finished finished taking a bath and in thirty minutes, he was expected to address the Eldorian's on live television.
She was suddenly yanked out of the chair and placed on Roland's lap. Without resistance, she rested the side of her face on his chest and surrendered to his tight hold. He was still burning hot from anger that his body temperature was akin to that of a small furnace.
How he was not sweating buckets was a miracle to her!
"What's this? Are you using me as a comfort cushion or Sunny?"
Roland closed his eyes, drew in a breath and answered, "I need you or else I am going to lose my mind and blow up this entire castle."