The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 148: A fool’s paradise.

After the untimely demise of her mother, Lettice York had stayed at Stormwind, she was neither a servant nor a relative of Roland’s. In a way, she was an unofficial ward that he had been taking care of since he was a teenager. Lettice was only six years younger than Roland, four and two currently.

Roland had given her every advantage and treated her with kindness, raising her as if she was a noble lady. As the years passed Lettice York’s admiration for Roland grew into something far more dangerous: a deep, unspoken love.

She always watched him from afar with admiring eyes, accompanied him on his morning rides during which time they sometimes watched the sunrise. She often took walks with him along the shores of the sea.

Every decision she made was about him. All of her education was dedicated to helping him manage Stormwind, as his right hand woman.

Lettice’s heart always fluttered at Roland’s every word and gesture. In her mind, she wove fantasies of a future where they would stand side by side, not as ward and guardian, but husband and wife. She was aware that the position of main wife would have to go to a titled lady and as much as she did not like it, she was willing to concede and give it up.

She had convinced herself that they could be like the king, queen and Rina. Roland as king, with a queen he did not love but needed for politics, to appease the nobles and her as the beloved secondary consort who owned his heart.

Lettice lived in a fool’s paradise, her dreams were foolish and when news came to Stormwind of Roland’s wedding, her heart had shattered. When it was announced that he would not take a secondary consort, a dagger was taken to her heart.

When Roland didn’t bring Sigrid to his fief, Stormwind, her hope was reincarnated. If he loved or recognized her as his wife, surely he would have brought her and introduced her to his businesses and tenants. So, Lettice continued on dreaming, weaving a fictional life with him.

but her family too. He had taken her on a tour of Stormwind, held her hand, hugged her in public and he was now

wanted to go into the bedroom and demand

she lifted her eyes, a fierce knight whose face was hidden behind a black mask said, "If you want to lose your hand,

mask. A few of the knights that had accompanied the crown

Lettice around, looking at the young woman with cautious

threat. They looked at her the way lions and hyenas eyed each other when they met like rivals. Lettice, as far as they were concerned was a potential rival to their crown princess

Stormwind for a few hours and already the had been told about Roland’s ward that behaved as if she was the lady of the

with a sneer on her face. "You are not dressed like a maid. Whose

was not any family’s noble daughter, a thing that caused her incredible pain and shame. She always thought that if she was one, her path to becoming Roland’s queen would have been paved

angered her and

Stormwind maid, pretending she did not know the

crown prince." The maid answered. "Her mother was his highness’s first governess. He took her under his care

more and the other maids were not impressed either. The crown prince’s kindness was well known to them. It was what had brought Emmah to the Vale

her chin proudly and faced the maids head on. "I am Miss Lettice York, it would do you all good to speak to me with respect." She spoke with authority and acted as if she was a titled young woman. "This is your first time at Stormwind so I do not blame you for your lack of manners however, you should know that the rules that govern

crown princess’s closest maids. We have learned the rules that govern royal maids and we are royal maids. We serve the future queen of Eldoria, if anyone here should have their chin high in