Roland's reason for attending the unveiling was simple, to talk to his wife. He had not drawn unnecessary attention to himself, worried that he would scare her away. He had not even gone to the podium and tried to take credit for the work of the mages.
He stayed back patiently, waiting for an opportunity to speak to her and the universe answered him as she run straight into his arms.
"Pardon me...." Sigrid started, stepping back and looking up.
As soon as she saw his face, she scurried away as if his hands had burned her.
"I apologize your highness," she said coldly.
The smile that had been rising on his lips collapsed. She was still very much displeased with him and she was right to be.
"Sigrid, can we go somewhere private and talk. I know that you are angry with me but...." Sir Samuel whispered something to him and he paused.
