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?"

the right

out. Give us

break in the room as she made the request, what she had asked of them was something that could be considered scandal worthy. An unmarried young man and woman together in a bedroom,

"Siggy.." Nathaniel started.

Sigrid said firmly. "Please.." she

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

sobering pill, something that works

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

made it out of her mouth when Roland sat up with a loud gasp, bent down and threw up all the alcohol in

not think the sobering pill would have such an unexpected effect and her wedding dress would fall victim

her right hand into a fist, reared back and

his face, she gasped and stepped away from

consolidated her mind. "I mean, are you sober now prince Roland? I

his stomach and another on his left eye which was throbbing as a

hand, a buzz like hum sounded in the room and the two pronged sword flew from the ground and landed in his

Given the way the prince was eyeing her as if she was a enemy he wanted

me?" she asked

clenched his hand around the hilt of the sword. "It will not be the

Any other woman would have gone running for the hills but Sigrid was not

you that we will be well matched, I may not have a sword but I have a

of your white knights and in combat...." she tilted her head. "We would have to fight it out