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.

beg your pardon,

his heart. Initially I wanted one of his cousins to do it but they have proved

was thrilling. If she had

involved with a crown prince that he could not legally marry a secondary consort was a waste of time. The thought of being Roland’s

knew who she was. Orena also had a feeling that if she had children, the crown princess would eliminate them to protect

afraid that I must decline your request your highness, I am not

they were ruthless. The best way for her to avoid the

gestured at a maid with her head. The maid walked over to a chest that was in the center of the room and she opened

don’t even mind the fact that your body is impure because Heron grunted and sweated on top of you. This is a situation in which we

not a good idea to take up the queen on her

seduced and started sleeping with him. Do not pretend to be morally upright Orena. I can have news of your dalliance with Heron in

a sword

worse fates than this, I could have you sent to a military brothel. If you think that having your body plundered