Roland wanted to throttle his wife's maids. He wanted to pick them up by the neck like dolls and throw them out of the window. They should have held onto Lettice tighter or fallen on the ground first so that Sigrid could have a soft landing.
They were aware of her pregnancy and failed to share it with him and as a result, Sigrid was behind closed doors being attended to by two doctors and a mid-wife. He had no idea how much damage his wife and child had suffered.
"Is this how you protect your Lady?" he growled at them.
All the maids had no response, nothing they said could satiate the crown prince. They knew that that the only reason why they were still standing was because they were Sigrid's closest maids and she would displeased if something happened to them.
General Paxton put a hand on Roland's shoulder and squeezed once, comforting his son-in-law.
"It will be okay son."
