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.

guard behind him. Sigrid sat down on one of the chairs on his right hand side. Sir Samuel pulled the other one

Roland’s arm. "So, what

his head and looked at her. "You are back. How was your trip

answered. "We have company I

apparently infested with snakes which gave them a big scare. Their parents are out of the city at the moment and I have been tasked to care for

story. The De-Kensington family was large with many estates

am not a fan. Your mother’s

sure that more than a few distant uncles or cousins of

have never indulged or dreamed of involving myself in that mess. I propose that

"We don’t."

connection was thinner

the women that were performing, Malia’s voice

can always send them to another house, I have

turned her head to reply, it was an abrupt act that brought the faces close together. So close that she could smell her favored brand of magical wine

in