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.

her a little, share some kisses, fondle her breasts and touch her all over. As long as he did not sleep with her, there would be no trouble. He was no fool, he knew that sleeping with the prime

he had ended up kissing her at a ball when pictures

waltz and he started leading her back to their seats while other guests rushed to the dance

One of the trumpet players, pale and trembling, burst into a loud scream shouting, "Fire! there is

Like a herd of elephants,

so those that escaped started helping others by pulling them out. The sound

in the chaos, Emmah rushed to help Lysander who was trapped near flaming curtains. She figured that the Windrider’s would forever be grateful to her because while everyone run, she

safety, a pot of scalding soup, jostled in the frenzy, tipped over. Emmah cried out as the boiling soup splashed onto her hands and face, leaving angry red welts. Lysander was freed successfully while Emmah was screaming and he carried her out,

to topple the pot of soup disappeared into the crowd, his mission successfully completed with a

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of a different sort was burning and it was a fire of anger among those that had just finished watching two episodes of

hundred people in the room and the television screen was large enough to cover an entire wall. At the moment, snivels and

Lady Blanche’s best friend. She was an innocent young lady

her arranged fiance fell in love with Blanche and ended their engagement, she did not blame Blanche and even encouraged