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.

made it no secret that the noble families harbored hopes of capturing the attention of king Raff. There were others that hoped to catch the eye of prince Benjamin

procession arrived at the 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

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. His

trip when they were within walking distance of

of the few that were dressed appropriately, in white like it was supposed to

do. The queen was maintaining her usual cold face, at

over the royal tombs, ensured they were always

cry at a royal funeral. It was probably the most ridiculous job in all

eyes around, she glanced at Emmah who was looking at her as well. For a brief moment, their eyes clashed in mutual hostility before each looked

Lysander. Sigrid blinked suddenly and her eyes paused for a moment because amongst the Windrider’s was a young woman dressed in white. She had a minor resemblance to Rina, at least twenty five

the appropriate colors, the slight cleavage she was displaying told a different

small squeal escaped

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

in the novel about another

That woman is Miss Florence Windrider, she is the prime minister’s second youngest daughter born from his main wife. According to the new plot, she underwent some facial changes last night, it happened while you