The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 206: Sleep with my son.

Orena Hawthorn was one of Eldoria’s most beautiful women. She was ranked fifth on the list of beauties in the empire. It was a well earned position because she had beautiful cascading ginger locks that shimmered like molten copper under the candlelight. Orena took great care of her skin, milk baths were a must.

Her skin was like porcelain adorned with a faint blush, kissed by the sunrise. Her emerald green eyes were often likened to Sigrid’s. It was often joked that Orena could have been born a Thorin, a theory that she had looked into an found held nothing but air.

From the young age of fifteen, she had trained herself to pass off as a woman from high society, She moved with effortless grace, when she danced, she commanded attention. She was the epitome of beauty, charm and elegance.

Despite the fact that she was of not of noble birth she had earned the admiration and respect of many by the age of twenty four.

On the outside, she was a talented singer, one whose voice had graced nearly every party ever planned since she turned sixteen. She owned her own theater where plays and other performances were put on for the masses.

If one looked beyond the outside however, they would discover that she was once the mistress of Lord Heron De-Kensington, who had died two years prior to this day from a cold that never healed. He was sixty three at the time of his death and in his will, he left Orena a significant sum of money that allowed her to live a free and wealthy life. There was no need for her to seek out a new patron and she could have her choice of men.

Orena was smart, men to her were nothing but purses and walking bars of gold. She had decided long ago that she would only wed the one that satisfied her lust for money the most. The only other condition she had was that he had to be no older than forty.

Nobody was more surprised than Orena when red knights showed up on her door and bundled her up, then delivered her to the royal castle in the chambers of the queen. What was even more surprising than where she was standing was the request that was made by the queen.

your pardon, your

"To be clear, I need you to get a firm grasp on his heart. Initially I wanted one of his cousins to do it but they have proved to be useless and now I know that I must

mage knight was thrilling. If she had a son, maybe he would be

could not legally marry a secondary consort

she became a mistress. The crown princess would make sure that everyone knew who she was. Orena also had a feeling that if she had children,

her mind and shook her head. "I am afraid that I must decline your request your highness, I

they were ruthless. The best way

the center of the room and she opened it.

left you." Queen Maurelia said with arrogance. "What I am giving you is an opportunity to change your life. I don’t even mind the fact that your body is impure because Heron grunted and

her was saying that it was not a good idea to take

Heron was married when you seduced and started sleeping with him. Do not pretend to be morally upright Orena. I can have news of your dalliance with Heron in the news by the time morning comes." She

a sword to

with ease and your body will never be found." Queen Maurelia told her. "There are worse fates than this, I could have you sent to a military brothel. If you think that having your body plundered by