The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 137: Run away.

Malia had the voice of an angel and the face of succubus, she was like a seductive demon come to life. Sigrid was very confident in her looks but meeting Malia tickled her a little. The other two sisters were just as beautiful and just as seductive. One was playing the flute and one was dancing, moving as if she was boneless.

The wind was obviously in love with her because it lent her assistance, blowing through her hair and the long silk arms of her dress as if a gigantic fan had been placed directly in front of her.

"Men would kill for one and the prince gets all three." Someone whispered.

The whisper brought Sigrid out of her mind and back to the present. Mauve had already found her position by Sigrid’s side. The rash and emotional lady-in-waiting was pulling the arms of her dress up.

"Maury, get me my large rolling pin, I will flatten these women like dough and bake them in the sun."

"No." Mrs. Elsworth fiercely glanced at Maury. "If you bring that rolling pin I will make you its first victim." She whispered sternly and gently pushed Lanai aside. "Your highness, I propose that we handle this with care, we should first find out who the three women are and what their purpose is."

Sigrid maintained her calm and grace, moving forward with all the poise of a crown princess and royalty. She walked towards Roland who was sitting in a chair with one leg crossed over the other. His facial expression was unreadable for he was neither smiling or frowning.

It was difficult to tell if he was enjoying the performance of the three beauties or not. One one hand, he could have been enjoying it but keeping the joy to himself and on the other hand, he was possibly annoyed or irritated but didn’t care to voice it out loud.

empty chairs on his side and six knights standing guard behind him. Sigrid sat down on one of

Roland’s arm.

are back. How was your trip to the mage

she answered. "We have

ordered my cousins to live with us for a while. There home was apparently infested with snakes which gave them a big scare. Their parents

estates all around the kingdom. Even if the

send them back?" she asked directly. "I won’t lie to you, I am not a fan. Your mother’s De-Kensington family has a tradition of

I am sure that more than a few distant uncles or cousins of your mother have sent their

myself in that mess. I propose that you get your facts straight, it is not just the De-Kensington’s,

"We don’t."

cousin whose connection was thinner than a strand a

Malia’s voice was becoming louder. It was almost as if she was on a mission to shatter every glass

always send them

was an abrupt act that brought the faces close together.

have been in my wine collection