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.

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 than five

street not so far way. He had a small pipe between his fingers, smoking Frostbreath mist, a lavender hued smoke used by many people that worked outdoors in winter for

horseman put away his pipe and readied himself, taking the reigns of his horses. He turned his head back and said something

pulled into the alley

of the alley forty seconds later, walking with a cane and holding a folded newspaper in

set the horses in motion,

of the

galloping and neighing furiously. People jumped out of the way, others tumbled

the street, chasing after a ball. His mother let out a high pitch sorrowful yell and she screamed for help at the top of her lungs and

Fairfax noticed all the chaos, the mad horses were a hair’s breath away from him and young boy. His heart fell and his feet froze,

the horses using magic, and she threw herself on top of him. At the same time, she pulled the hand

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 alive which made him

horse man leaped off the carriage

them." He explained frantically, trying to help Emmah up at the same time. "Do

hospital but at the same time, she coughed and

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. She had also made the list of top ten beauties of Eldoria on the day of

should have after the tragedy that happened at the tea