The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 18: The short-sword wedding.

A royal wedding was always cause for celebration and in the grand chapel, there were many smiles, only few were real, most were duplicitous.

Many young ladies in attendance had come overdressed as if it was their intention to overshadow the bride. They reeked of floral scents and were decked out in extravagant jewelry.

More than a few older men were bitter faced, unhappy with the fact that their families had missed a great chance to be tied to royalty.

For the Thorin's and the royal's, it was a mixture of happiness and unhappiness, on one hand the eldest son of the king, the crown prince was finally marrying, there was hope for an heir if he laid with his wife and this would ensure the longevity of the throne.

But on the other hand, there were those that hoped the wedding fell through and ended in ruins because they hoped for a turn at the throne.

Who did not want an opportunity to be King?

At the very front where the royals were sitting, the queen was shooting smirks at the secondary consort, now that her son was getting married, the chances of the third prince taking the throne were slimmer.

Who did not know that the third prince had a litter of bastards on his estate born from lowly maids? The secondary consort's supporters had been whispering that he was more worthy of the throne than the crown prince that showed no intentions of wedding or bearing heirs.

Even though Sigrid would not have been her first choice of a wife for her son, the power her family held was too great to ignore.

The Ye family were supporters of the secondary consort, if Sigrid married Oliver Ye, the Thorin's would naturally become affiliated. If that happened, where would the crown prince be left?

The battle for the throne was a long one which did not end even after crowning of the king. The contenders did not rest, they just retreated and made preparations for the next generation.

The queen smiled at her frosty faced son who looked like her was preparing for a confrontation rather than waiting for his bride. She sighed, her son really hated Sigrid, if she wanted Roland to have children, she would have to intervene personally.

"The bride is entering." The royal herald announced.

accompanied the most famous organist in Eldoria, Mr. Clay

Paxton, another individual that looked like

seen a wedding with so

of my head." Sigrid

presence, someone here is using magic to attempt to trip you, if you fall and make a fool of yourself that is all that will

made cotton doll with needles pierced in the eyes and feet. Sigrid, if I was not here, this wedding would be the crowning moment of

her steps, taking deliberately calculated ones to avoid falling on her face. The path of a villain was always riddled with bad luck. In a world like this, only the female lead was

did she and her right was handed to the the waiting one of the crown prince. It was the moment when a father would usually

tense stare off,

not approve of

feel the same." Prince

so loud but those at the front and herald and the confused

time to remove the veil and exchange vows." the herald

told him to rush the function so that neither the bride nor groom backed out at the last moment. Sigrid pulled

the veil, revealing her face to the crowd that gasped, mesmerized by the unexpected beauty of Sigrid which they had not seen

wrong with this picture?" someone

"She is actually beautiful."

always looked like

more traveled, bouncing from every corner of the church and carried all around. Roland noticed Sigrid's beauty as well, he had noticed when he saw her in his

for her overwhelmed the attraction he felt to

herald

his head a little frantically and he started the ceremony, rushing through it as the herald had told him. The rings were exchanged and withing thirty minutes, a