The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 157: A walk through the fief.

Stormwind village was a lovely quaint town by the sea which was more beautiful than Sigrid had imagined. The roads were paved with colorful cobbled stones, the streets were organized as if it was a city. Sigrid could picture herself living there.

Her mother Iryne was like the standard tourist, taking pictures of everything and everyone. Every little thing she saw made her squeal or jump up in glee. Sigrid would have been right there with her but Roland had a firm grasp on her hand.

In front of her were maids and behind her were her to brothers John and Elowin. Together, they made a human wall that was ready to catch her in case she slipped and fell.

The villagers paused their tasks to gaze at the regal visitors, their expressions ranging from awe to excitement. Duke Thorin led the way with quiet dignity, he was overdressed like a warrior and villain all wrapped into one with the heavy brown and off white thick wolf fur cloak on his shoulders. His face appeared sharp and fierce, eyes frosty scaring away people from approaching them. Duchess Mila was the opposite, looking like royalty in an all white cloak, she offered kind smiles and waves to those gathered.

As for Nathaniel and his wife Deanne, they were like lovers living in their own world. They acted as if this was a private tour meant just for them, ignoring the rest of the group. Soon, they split away from the rest and went about on their own.

The village was a tapestry of vibrant life and organic charm. Thatched cottages and stone houses dotted the green landscape, their chimneys puffing gentle spirals of smoke. The air was rich with the scents of the sea mixed with fresh bread from the bakery and chrysanthemums blooming along the short picket fences.

It was the kind of place where people left their doors unlocked at night because they trusted each other and everyone knew everyone.

A stream meandered lazily through the village, its crystalline waters reflecting the light blue sky. Sigrid took a few pictures there with Roland’s hands around her waist.

The tour was briefly interrupted when it started to drizzle lightly so they bought umbrellas from a shop and continued on with their walk through the village.

Sigrid was drawn to the marketplace, where stalls overflowed with colorful wares—handwoven baskets, glazed pottery, and rich woolen fabrics spun from the very sheep that grazed on the nearby hills. She stopped at one stall, admiring the craftsmanship of a wooden key chain carving shaped like a sheep.

The elderly vendor grinned and pressed it into her hands. "A gift, Your Highness," he said, bowing. Sigrid accepted it graciously, feeling the warmth of his generosity.

only generous one, as they visited each stall and talked to the vendors, more and more gifts were given to Sigrid. Some brave mothers even requested that she take pictures with them or their children

cameras have spread this far."

proud to see his work and that of other mages in the hands of people. "If only there was a way for people to share their pictures with each other. I think Medoris has such

Sigrid answered. "We

an elderly woman was gifting her with a beautiful yellow hooded cloak. Sigrid changed into it immediately and she took a picture

more, bring them to Stormwind. As long as the quality is good, I will buy them all. I prefer bright colors like orange,

elderly woman was wiping

help feeling like

to seeing you, I am a new

She found them gathered in an indoor courtyard, separating corn from cobs. Iryne

them as well. Jennie captured a lot of pictures in which Sigrid was also peeling corn from the cob. She was so excited

in the singing as if she had always known the

don’t be slow, Yellow treasure starts to show! Sing and work, the day is

play! Corn so sweet, corn so

it’s more fun! Soon we’ll feast and

husks away, Sing with cheer, work and play! Corn so sweet, corn so fine, Harvest joy, the

continued to hum it as they walked further into the village. A group

milled about. Excited giggles erupted as they organized themselves into teams for a playful game. The task was simple but challenging: coax a sheep to cross a designated line using

children hesitated only for a moment before inviting her into their