The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 118: A princess for a king

After the funeral, a celebration of the consorts life followed. It was the tradition of Eldoria for a celebration to follow a funeral.

King Raff had also decided to give Rina a grand celebration to send her off. It started with a grand parade that wove through the heart of Eldoria. Majestic horses and creatures from the mage estate marched alongside the people as they headed to the royal castle.

Nobles and commoners that had managed to acquire an invitation to the royal castle invaded its grounds with excitement.

In the heart of the castle, inside the great hall, laughter, music and the joyous clinking of glasses echoed through the walls.

The hopeful noble daughters from various families took to the floor, their gowns shimmering like sea under the moonlight. They dance with grace and poise as the king and queen watched. King Raff’s eyes held a glimmer of hope while Queen Maurelia’s held great ire.

She could feel the control which she had briefly regained slipping through her fingers. Deep down, she had known that the nobles would not sit still, they would send their daughters to seduce the king. She just didn’t expect them to be so brazen to do such a thing on the day of Rina’s own funeral.

For once, the queen and Rina’s children were united in anger, they too were unhappy with the shameless behavior they were witnessing. Even if this was a celebration, it was still part of the funeral proceedings. How could the nobles do this?

Miss Florence took to the dance floor and the king noticed her quickly. She was not dressed as extravagantly as the others, she resembled his dead consort and possessed a quiet, elegant and charming beauty.

Mauve Rosewood stepped in front of Florence Windrider before she could begin to dance. She had a glass of wine in her hands which accidentally slipped and poured all over Florence’s dress.

Florence Windrider screamed and Mauve who was very apologetic dragged her away so that she could clean up.

The music changed in the meantime and all the dancing young women were sent away. A group of dancers that had been specially invited for the occasion to entertain the king came forward.

troupe of dancers that was mostly female was not dressed in gowns but costumes that were a harmonious blend of rich, vibrant colors. Their tops were designed to accentuate their graceful movements. The skirts and tops featured beadwork and sequins which caught the light with every twist and turn. The skirts

of fringe and ruffles, adding to

catch the king’s eye. Her hair was styled to perfection in soft waves, her arms shimmered with bracelets and bangles that clinked softly as she moved.

that made her intriguing, men

she danced, her movements were a symphony of grace and allure--hips swaying,

noble men. As she danced, they sat up straighter and craned their

a silk fan was handed to her and she started to glide across the floor in fluid

twirl while rose petals fell down on her from the ceiling. She was like a flower in

from his throne, his eyes were focused on the dancer. His arrival was well timed with the dancer falling onto her knees, facing the floor and wrapping her arms around herself as if

music came to a stop as the king looked down

"Look up." he commanded.

and tore her veil off. Gasps echoed in the room as some people got a glimpse

she bore a resemblance to Rina but it was different, as if she was the original mold from which Rina had been

been crafted after Risa. Every bit of her and her age matched that of the only woman

"Risa!!" King Raff whispered.

the dancer’s face gently, his eyes filled with

hall as nobles shuffled around with everyone wishing to catch a

the king’s actions to be a slap to her face. Benjamin wanted to

traveled in the hall, people were wondering what would happen next and why this woman held a resemblance to the dead consort. Some even thought for a second that maybe Rina had

he turned to Sigrid so that they could whisper about it as well

smile behind a glass