The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 124: Emmah’s sympathies.

Sigrid on the other hand was new to public executions but she was not as bothered as she imagined she would be. She certainly wasn’t as teary as miss fake heroine, Emmah that was wiping her red eyes non stop.

She was so busy putting on the act that she did not notice the looks of disapproval the prime minister and his wife were giving her. Obviously, they disapproved of her tears, after all, the people being executed were rebels, enemies of the king.

By crying, Emmah looked like a rebel sympathizer and one whisper of such a thing was dangerous. Another reason for their disapproving glares was that their son Lysander had an arm wrapped around Emmah’s shoulders.

His own shoulders were acting as a rest stop for her head, she was wiping away her tears with her handkerchief. The sight was unseemly, especially because they were not related by blood. The prime minister liked Emmah, not enough however to marry her off to his son.

Lysander had to marry a proper noble or titled young lady not an adopted daughter with unknown roots. Gretchen Windrider, the prime minister’s main wife could only glare and blame her husband for this trouble which he had brought home without talking to her first.

Amber Windrider on the hand, the prime minister’s secondary consort was happy, after all, a scandal that harmed Lysander was a win in her books. She was cheering Emmah on from the side.

Even at the execution, there was no lack of drama to whisper about thanks to Emmah. All the noble women had something to say.

"She really doesn’t know her boundaries."

"Who adopts a grown daughter of marriage age when they have grown sons?"

"Did Lord Windrider take home a daughter or a wife for his son?"

The whispers soon reached Sigrid’s ears and she laughed. Even though she and Emmah were both transmigrators from earth, one of the major differences between them was that she was was willing to assimilate into the culture of Eldoria. Emmah was a snob, she wanted Eldoria to assimilate to her.

She was preaching equality, freedom of this and that, behaving as she wished. Even her gowns had changed, some were ankle length, showing more cleavage than necessary. One of her skirts recently exposed her mid-riff.

she was being called shameless but she was deaf to it and a few impressionable young women from small noble

see the

A hush fell over the crowd, all eyes were fixed on the platform. No words were said, the rebels did not even plead for their

gasped in shock. Sigrid originally thought she would not react but she closed

beheaded bodies were removed while blood was spurting from the open necks and

was the last to be beheaded, he was made to witness the deaths of his sons and grandsons. He watched with red eyes as his friends that supported his cause were killed, one after the

at her grandparents. In the novel, this was their fate. By coincidence, as she looked their way, they

that one enemy was gone, there were more to send to a similar fate or they would be the ones on that

once and Sigrid

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did not stick around to socialize or whisper about it. The town square smelled like blood, and that blood was flowing down trenches as it was washed away by the city

Roland there before. It was a full house when they arrived, when the head chef Edmund saw them coming in, he abandoned the customers that

man. A big good looking man that had no business smiling at his wife as she

the hands that were yet to release his wife. Edmund noticed and he took his hands back. Sigrid just rolled

loves cooking so every time he sees me, he sees a walking, talking

in Sigrid only extended to the knowledge about food in her head.

my private box." she told

of the diners, making their way to the next floor where private rooms were availed for

She was with a group of two female waitresses, wiping the chairs and tables. The windows had

The centerpiece which was fresh flowers had just been arranged, so there was a subtle scent of

array of fine wines