Chapter 82: A bellyrub for Sigrid.
It struck Roland then, that his wife was either simply talking crazy or she was absolutely crazy because what she was saying was insane.
"Surely you jest." he said.
Sigrid shrugged, "That’s just me, I would ask the people to surrender and if they resisted I would do the needful. What would you do if you were in Karlton’s shoes?"
He looked out at the lake, the small ripples danced along at the smooth surface which reflected the moon’s glow. The serenity of the lake house and its surroundings made him think that it would be a pity if all this was destroyed just because one man wanted to rule. War was never a good thing, it killed men and destroyed families.
"I would probably give it up, We mages believe in the laws of nature, Karlton’s physical disability was a decision made by nature not man. The Silberuss house has prospered for years, they have wealth and power, to want more would be greedy."
Sigrid held in a sneer, "You would choose peace and acceptance but would peace and acceptance choose you? You have said it yourself that there are rumors about him being the rightful heir to the throne. Some noble houses are ready to stand with him should he ever make a move, they have been hoping for this to happen for years, it goes to show that peace was never an option."
Roland pushed away the plate, suddenly the food before him was not appetizing anymore, and he was satisfied.
"Can we discuss something else, talking politics reminds me of almost every interaction I have ever had with my parents. Why don’t tell you tell me about your horse, why did you name her Venom?"
"It’s from a movie...." she drew her words out as she realized what she was about to say. "Move, from a move that she makes, she springs and kicks like a snake that spits venom so I call her Venom."