Chapter 142: Never leave me.
It was the very first time that someone was seeing the reality in the picture, seeing it for what it truly was. A cry for help, a young boy that was drowning in loneliness and on the brink of actually leaping off that cliff.
"It was a tragic day, worse than any war I have ever fought." Roland eyed the portrait with anger. His hands went around Sigrid’s waist, hugging her in public.
He did not care that there were other people in the hall, visitors at Stormwind. What he needed to feel steady like his legs were on the ground and lately, Sigrid made him feel that way.
The knights surrounded them, keeping the visitors at bay, especially the ones that those crystal cameras in hand and were taking pictures of everything they saw.
Sigrid did not make any move to be separated from him and she just raised her right hand and caressed the front of his head which was buried in her neck. She did not need a high IQ to guess that something had gone wrong on that day, something that left Roland feeling raw. She also had no doubt that it had to do with the way he was raised.
"You are my family, right?" he asked her.
The question startled her, and it reminded her of a scene in the novel when Emmah was at Stormwind castle and she told him that she would be his family. Now that she thought about it, Roland had just taken her on a tour of this hall. They had not hugged as he was doing now, they had just held hands.
It looked like she had successfully stolen the plot and whatever blessings Stormwind castle had to offer had been diverted from Emmah to her.
"Yes." she answered automatically.