The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 117: A funeral or a matchmaking ball?

The funeral of the former noble consort was held the following day, in the evening. The entire kingdom of Eldoria was in mourning as declared by the kin. All businesses with the exception of those that were food or medical related were closed and would stay that way for two days.

King Raff had made the decision to have a plaque for Rina placed in the chapel. Initially, he wanted her ashes to be buried in the royal tombs but his advisors and those of the queen had been against it.

There was no way to differentiate between Rina’s ashes, those of the rebels and those of the servants. Worse, one known Silberuss had died in the fire, his ashes were in the mix as well. If all the ashes were put in the royal tombs, it would mean a rebel had been buried in the royal tombs.

Not only was it unthinkable, it would give the citizens the wrong idea if they heard about it. Some might see it as a sign that the Silberuss family was not guilty of treason.

With those arguments, the queen got her desire, the whore she hated for many years would be nowhere near her in death. However, the king gave Rina a royal funeral, she was to be buried with the pomp and rituals similar to those of a queen.

He ordered for a funeral procession to march from the gates of the city to the royal chapel. The procession was an elaborate spectacle, with mourning bands draped in the deepest shades of twilight purple and snow white , carrying the jewel encrusted plaque to its final resting place.

As the solemn march reach the heart of the city, a myriad of noble families gathered, their presence a dazzling display of extravagance and ambition. Among them were daughters adorned in vibrant colors that defied the somber occasion-dresses of sunflower yellow, sapphire blue, ruby red, and forest green shimmered in the dim light, Their brilliance a stark contrast to the muted tones of grief.

These young ladies were adorned with extravagant accessories, their hair woven with enchanted gems that sparkled like stars and their faces painted with the finest enchanting powders to enhance and draw out their beauty.

to catch the eye of prince Benjamin whose heart remained unclaimed but

royal chapel, the largest church in the kingdom and the burial rites commenced, led by the lord mage and a priest. The air was filled with the melodious strains of the royal musicians, their instruments casting an ethereal spell over the gathered assembly. The lord mage spoke incantations that wove a tapestry of magic, ensuring that the noble consort’s spirit would forever

every movement choreographed to draw the King’s gaze. Unfortunately for them, the king did not notice any of them. He stood at the forefront like a blind man, his eyes lingered on the vivid display of Rina’s images before him.

times did these noble women need to trip when they were within walking distance of the king. The knights and lords that kept

briefly stopped on her family. They were some of the few that were dressed appropriately, in white like it was supposed to be. She waved

death which was hard to do. The queen was maintaining her usual cold face, at no single point had a tear dripped from

that watched over the royal tombs, ensured they were always clean and that nobody broke in and stole something like a priceless jewel buried with any of

more job; to cry at a royal funeral. It was probably the most ridiculous job in all of

who was looking at her as well. For a brief moment, their

as she looked at the Windrider family, especially Lysander. Sigrid blinked suddenly and her eyes paused for a moment because amongst the Windrider’s was a young

in the appropriate colors, the

squeal escaped Sigrid’s

knew a honey trap when she saw one, the Windrider’s had come prepared to weasel their way into the royal family. If that woman caught the king’s eye, they would have the king’s ear. With their power, they would slowly eliminate

anything in the novel about another woman

Miss Florence Windrider, she is the prime minister’s second youngest daughter born from his main