Roland knew that Sif lacked a sense of security.
The Late Emperor suddenly passed away, and one second she was still enjoying the leisurely life of the nobility, where her biggest worry was which dress to wear to the next party, and the next second she became the Empress.
The enemies she had to face overnight turned into seasoned politicians who had been rolling in the political arena for years, becoming the terrifying Empress Sofia.
Who could feel secure in such a situation?
Roland hoped to help her grow, to build a protective barrier for her.
However, Sif's response was somewhat unexpected.
She was willing to learn, but she couldn't feel secure without him.
In Sif's clear eyes, there seemed to be a little person praying with hands clasped, asking for his help.
Roland capitulated.
He couldn't refuse, nor did he want to refuse.
The convoy advanced through the night.
