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.

told her. "We are departing in an

out of bed. Void woke up and

do they always do this?" She asked him. "Never mind, even I know that in order for the enemies not to detect

they left the bedroom, the entire estate was up and active. The few maids and knights that were following them

whole group was sitting inside a flying ship that was soaring through the sky. Sigrid, Roland and Mauve were inside the comfortable barracks with

this ship, in the hall of cores. It was an area deep in the beating heart

deck was the central command station where a magical map of Nemoris hovered above a table. It showed real time locations of the ruling family of Nemoris, their

terrain was changed for the slightest reason, it was also shown on the map. The map had been purchased by Sigrid from the

war room, armory and garden. The ship could carry one thousand five hundred people. Twenty such

hundred thousand were waiting in stealth near the boarder. At least three thousand Eldorian spies and soldiers were

to war. She imagined that it would be

And yet, it was inevitable. It was either Eldoria did the swallowing or they were

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royal castle. The kingdom slumbered peacefully, beneath a thick blanket of snow. Frost clung to

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

in that fate was an arrow that pierced through the head of a knight on patrol in the palace near the wolf keep. He had

were under the control of a strange mage, his body fell and landed in the soft white snow, dying it red with his blood. Under the cover of the darkness, shadows climbed over the walls of the castle, killing