The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 237: A hero, again!

This time, the hall erupted into applause. The clapping was not deafening, not overwhelming, but it carried something stronger—trust. For the first time, Roland felt confident in himself as the next ruler of Eldoria. The great shadow that had loomed over him his whole life was gone.

Cold air seeped in through the windows but Roland felt warmth. For him, the sun could as well have bee shining.

The press conference was ended and an interaction between him and the nobles ensued. He stepped down from his princely throne and mingled among them, shaking their hands and accepting their sympathies.

Sigrid did the same thing, she moved along with Mauve, Brolin and Cosmos. Their eyes were focused and ears sharp, catching everything that was said to them.

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Out in the streets, the citizens comforted each other, there were no more victory songs sung however, there was not much to celebrate when the royal family was grieving.....the empire was grieving.

So, some people went back to their jobs, others decided to visit the nearest bars or taverns for a drink. Others decided to get something delicious to eat, good food was a source of strength.

On everyone’s tongue was the subject of the king’s illness, whether he would live or recover was a subject of interest for them all. What they knew for certain was that the crown prince was now in charge and Eldoria was going to change.

Standing at around the corner next to an alley on the street, one woman was nervously rubbing her hands together. Her eyes were focused on the doors of Little Thorin, occasionally, they darted from left to right, observing the street. She was patiently waiting for someone to appear and for her, the affairs of the royal family were of no interest to her at the moment.

clock in the distance chimed and Emmah looked at the watch around her wrist. It was coming to the lunch hour, Lord Derrick Fairfax was planning to have his lunch at Little Thorin. He was a stickler for time, Emmah was sure he would not be no more

pipe

himself, taking the reigns of his horses. He turned his head

on cue, the carriage of Lord Derrick Fairfax appeared down the street. It pulled into the alley and went

later, walking with a cane and holding a folded newspaper in

motion, rushing in

out of the

back the horses but they just kept galloping and neighing furiously. People jumped out of the way, others tumbled and fell over, screams of

let out a high pitch sorrowful yell and

away from him and young boy. His heart fell and his feet froze,

then, a miracle happened. Out of nowhere, a young woman stopped the horses using magic, and she threw herself on top of him. At the same time, she

over everyone that saw it happen, the mother of the boy fell to her knees, trembling. Lord Fairfax opened his eyes, his head hurt because it had hit the ground when he fell. However, he was

carriage and approached

know what happened to the horses, something must have spooked them." He explained frantically, trying to help Emmah up at the same time. "Do you need to take

hospital but at the same time, she coughed and

got to his feet as well and he looked at Emmah with worried eyes. He recognized her as the young woman that had saved the crown prince.

not circulate as much as it should have