The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 226: Off to war.

Sigrid’s letter was very detailed and it mentioned Emmah, specifically highlighting that while Lady Jane’s daughter had died, Mirena was also giving birth and her child had lived.

Lady Jane Fairfax was a superstitious drunk so Sigrid also added a claim that Emmah had swallowed the luck and life of Lady Jane’s child. To take it a step further, she called Emmah a cursed woman.

Using all the people that had been ruined or harmed because Emmah came into their lives, she made clear examples. Her last words were a warning to lady Jane, telling her that the Fairfax family be ruined if Emmah ever became one of them.

She put the letter aside and called for Alistair.

"Make sure that she gets it. It should not fall in the hands of anybody but Lady Jane." she specified.

Alistair nodded and he vanished out of the window with the letter.

Sigrid got her pen and wrote another letter, this one was to Mr. Bumblebert. He had picked up a vice of gambling lately and happened to be in need of money. She informed him of Emmah’s whereabouts currently and the fact that she was a Fairfax.

In case the two letters ever got discovered, Sigrid changed the handwriting in this one to a different one so that they would not be connected. She even changed the paper from white to brown. She handed it to Brolin who would make sure that it was delivered.

Then, she went back to bed and tried to go to sleep but just as she closed her eyes, she sound footsteps that were loud and hurried and then the bedroom door was opened.

It seemed Roland had no plans of quietly entering the room tonight as he did on the nights when he was late. Sigrid sat up immediately and sighed. She looked at the clock on the wall which declared the time to be a quarter past midnight.

"We are departing in an

threw the covers away and got out of bed. Void woke up

asked him. "Never mind, even I know that in order for the enemies not to detect your movements, it is best to travel

and knights that were following them were already entering carriages that were

and Mauve were inside the comfortable barracks with some of the soldiers who were sleeping, saving up on

hall of cores. It was an area deep in the beating heart of the ship where mages

Nemoris hovered above a table. It showed real time locations of the ruling family of Nemoris, their barracks, knights and terrain. If any changes occurred in the weather of

Sigrid from the bank, it cost

armory and garden. The ship could carry one thousand five hundred people. Twenty such ships were currently heading to Nemoris, carrying thirty thousand soldiers

least three thousand Eldorian spies and soldiers were stationed in Nemoris, waiting for a signal to

first time she was heading to war. She imagined that it would be a horrific sight. Many would die, from both sides, some would die

it was inevitable. It was either Eldoria did the swallowing

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sound of wolves howling in the distance inside the walls of the royal castle. The kingdom slumbered peacefully, beneath a thick blanket of snow. Frost clung to everything, from the tree tops to rooftops and helmets on the heads of the knights that guarded the royal family. All through the kingdom

was the castle clock which chimed with a gong that was hated by many in Nemoris. They had grown used to it however, when it struck, they simply turned, covered their heads and went back to sleep in seconds. The citizens, warm in their beds were unaware that their fate was about

an arrow that pierced through the head of a knight on patrol in the palace near the wolf keep. He had noticed that no wolf had howled in ten minutes and that was unusual so he came by to

under the control of a strange mage, his body fell and landed in the soft white snow, dying it red with his blood.