The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 17: Sucker punching a husband.

The wedding did not get off to the start that Sigrid had imagined, she did not think that she would have to sober up her groom that reeked as if he had taken a bath in a booze filled lake.

Looking at the man that was snoring lightly on the bed, Sigrid could not bring herself to blow up in anger, she was the villain of this world, of course her wedding would not be held with ease, it was a privilege saved for the female lead.

"I am going to kill him." Nathaniel ground out.

All three of Sigrid's brothers had followed her to the Eastern wing of the large castle where the crown prince lived in the royal castle.

They had followed Sigrid to protect her physically and maintain her honor not expecting her to find her way into the bedroom of the crown prince with ease as if she had been there dozens of times before.

She even greeted his butler and two servants that were frantically pacing outside the door as if she was familiar with them.

The sight which met their eyes had stampeded them, even the smell of the room had them pinching their noses. The smell of ale and other types of liquor permeated through the air.

They found the sight of Roland not only offensive but also embarrassing.

The crown prince's butler Orville placed himself in front of Nathaniel, protecting his master as best as he could. The other two servants followed his actions to block the other brothers.

"How dare he do this on the day of the wedding, is he trying to dishonor our families?" John quizzed.

"Move." Nathaniel barked at Orville.

"You are not going to kill my husband to be, Nathaniel. We all know that he is very much against this union, did you expect him to walk down the aisle willingly?"

not the right way to handle it." Elowin

out. Give us a moment of privacy please." Sigrid told

of them was something that could be considered scandal worthy. An unmarried young man

"Siggy.." Nathaniel started.

said firmly. "Please.." she

very unwilling but she stared them down, ignoring their protests. They did as she requested, grunting all the way as they pulled

a sobering pill, something that

hand out and a red pill appeared within ten seconds. Sigrid approached the bed, pried Roland's mouth

question barely made it out of her mouth when Roland sat

it, she did not think the sobering pill would have

her right hand into a fist, reared back and punched

her fist touched his face, she gasped and stepped

a deep and consolidated her mind. "I mean, are you

on his left eye which

raised his hand, a buzz like hum sounded in the room and the

send her the hand fan in her inventory. Given the way the prince was eyeing her as if she was a enemy he wanted to slaughter, she

me?" she asked

around the hilt of the sword. "It will not be the first time I am giving the idea serious

lie in his words. Any other woman would have gone running

assure you that we will be well matched, I may not have a sword but I have a weapon in hands equal in sharpness

be compared to that of your white knights and in combat...." she tilted her head. "We would have to fight it out to know who is the more