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.

was deaf to it and a few impressionable young women from small

see the consequences of

toll, signalling the start of the proceedings. 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 lives. Swords

gasped in shock. Sigrid originally thought she would not react but she closed her eyes when those

were removed while blood was spurting from the open necks and

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

down on his neck, Sigrid turned her head to the left and looked at her grandparents. In the novel, this was their fate. By coincidence, as she

more to send to a similar fate or they would be

once and

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about it. The town square smelled like blood, and that blood was flowing

brought Roland there before. It was a full house when they arrived, when the

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

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

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

extended to the knowledge about food in her head. Outside of that, he knew better than to go near her because

my private

way to the next floor where private rooms were availed for a steep fee to those that wanted to dine away from

traveled quickly in the restaurant, they met the manager miss May in the room. She was with a group of two female waitresses, wiping the chairs and tables. The windows had been opened and Sigrid’s favorite wine was already sitting on a long, polished mahogany

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

wall held an array of fine wines and spirits, some of which Roland had never