The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 7: How not to set a crown prince on fire.

Sigrid inhaled sharply and looked around, they were still on castle grounds in the territory of the king. What he had just insinuated however thinly veiled it was, could easily result in both of them losing their heads.

"Grandfather, maybe we should not be having this conversation in this place because we risk drawing the ire of certain someone's."

Duke Thorin laughed. "You worry too much Sigrid, don't we have the death free medal?"

He reached his right hand out and touched her head, patting it carefully as if she was a small kitten. "Relax, I would never set the crown prince on fire, that would make you a widow. That is not to say I cannot do something else if he humiliates you." He sighed. "I really don't like this match Siggy, the crown prince doesn't love you, let alone like you. I am afraid that your marriage is going to be an unhappy one."

"It's not as if I truly had a choice grandfather, I am a woman, I have only a limited say in these matters."

She looked up at the clear blue sky, a flock of birds was migrating to the West. Sigrid envied their freedom, at least they could go anywhere they wished. She could not even pick a husband as she wished, the decision was in the hands of her parents, the king, or the office of marriage.

Who knew that a day would come when she would envy a bird? On earth, she never appreciated the freedom she had, it was a constitution given right that nobody could take away. If a woman was in an unhappy marriage, she could divorce.

On Eldoria, a woman could not apply for a divorce but she could be divorced by her husband__a thing of great humiliation.

This unfair law was the reason why some wealthy men had new secondary wives every few years, they just kept swapping out old ones for younger fresh ones.

They even had a name for it....Spring cleaning!!!

they want in life and who

said in there doesn't count. The royal family must give you gifts and a lot of them, your wedding must be the most memorable

not to set any roses on fire grandfather." Sigrid

then Sigrid

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steps below, two men that were wearing double-breasted jackets that were meticulously fitted and secured with

dashing in their regally tailored princely attires that were similar in design with intricate gold patterns

other blue, the one in red was the crown prince, Roland Stormwind Maximus and the one

face while Roland was the opposite with a look of fierce anger on his. He brows were furrowed deeply, his eyes set in narrowed slits and his

in his hands. He was watching his bride to be as she slow

hand on Roland's shoulder, even though he was younger, they both stood tall at the same height at 6 foot

should loosen your hand around that sword or else people might think that you want to kill your bride

usable respectful

he threw it out and controlled it with magic, it would pierce through her back and his problems would be

do not like your bride to be but killing her is not an option, you

his only granddaughter, the old man raised her personally, taking her away from her parents because he treasures her so much

There are some benefits to marrying her you know." Benjamin