The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 149: Emmah’s luck starts running out.

At the grand estate of prime minister Windrider, a place whose every corner whispered privilege and power laughter and happiness was the theme of the day. Inside the grand hall of the estate, two noble families were celebrating a union of their children.

The union was not one both families ever planned on but their children being caught in an embrace that was blasted all over the empire left them with no choice. A wedding had been arranged rather quickly and both families were hoping to quell the scandal by legitimizing the relationship between their children.

The first part of the wedding which was the taking of vows was over, it had been done in church. Presently, a reception was taking place at the home of the prime minister.

This fact alone caused a lot of frowns because ideally, the reception should have taken place at the home of the groom, on the estate of the Durin family. The prime minister however was a powerful man and he had overpowered the Durin family, holding the reception at his home.

Chandeliers sparkled, and the scent of roses mingled with the aroma of a lavish feast. The king was expected to arrive later which was a great reason behind all the extravagance and lavishness. The Windrider’s were walking around with proud smiles on their faces. The bride was resplendent in a silk wedding dress that had been designed by Emmah and sewn overnight.

The groom was dashing in his tailored suit, the couple was the picture of aristocratic perfection as they took their first dance. Despite the fact that neither bride nor groom liked the other, they had happy smiles on their faces.

Florence was mourning her lost chance at being the king’s secondary consort, Jonathan was mourning the loss of his independence. As an active rake that prowled the city making his way through one woman after the other, he never planned to settle down until he was forty.

Marriage had found him six years before his preferred timing and for that, he blamed Florence. All he wanted to was have fun with a woman that looked like the former consort. He had always desired Rina but never got a chance to touch her because she was the king’s woman.

other hand was not royalty and he figured he could fool around with her a little, share some kisses, fondle her breasts and touch her all over. As long as he did not sleep with her,

now, he could not explain how he had ended up kissing her at a

orchestra struck up a lively waltz and he started leading her back to their

the trumpet players, pale and trembling, burst into a

hall from different corners. Like a herd of elephants, everyone started to run towards the nearest exist and the men that were quick located the nearest

others by pulling them out. The

the Windrider’s would forever be grateful to her because while everyone run,

soup splashed onto her hands and face, leaving angry red welts. Lysander was freed

used magic to topple the pot of soup disappeared into the crowd, his mission successfully

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was a fire of anger among those that had just finished watching two episodes of the rise of Lady

were not on duty. Altogether, there were two hundred people in the room and the television screen was large enough to

just died. Her name was Lady Cleo Fletcher, Lady Blanche’s best friend. She was an innocent young lady that

love with Blanche and ended their engagement, she did not blame Blanche and even encouraged her to marry him because he was