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!!!

themselves what they want in life and who they

doesn't count. The royal family must give you gifts and a lot of them, your wedding must be the most memorable one in the royal family. Go home now my child, you will be wed in two days,

roses on

duke snorted, then Sigrid curtsied

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were meticulously

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

was the crown prince, Roland Stormwind Maximus and the one in

anger on

curved sharp steel two pronged sword in his hands. He was watching his bride to be

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

your hand around that sword or else people

be wrong, I would rather marry a horse than an ill mannered vicious woman like Sigrid Thorin. She does not have the makings of a queen, lacks any usable respectful talent and spends lavishly. Her character is so flawed that even a tavern wench is better in comparison. If the

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

to Eldoria and open up the Eastern boarder to invaders to avenge her death. I do not like your bride

old man raised her personally, taking her away from her parents because he treasures her so much that he

is the most indulged woman in Eldoria, hell, she lives better than any of our sisters. There are some benefits