The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 282: And so, it begins.

Just as the young ladies were discussing the men, there was no shortage of young men doing the same, discussing the young women with vigor. Not only were some of the empire’s most beautiful maidens in the hall but so were the singers and dancers.

The air was overflowing with the smells of enchanting perfumes and flowers. The men took in the smells and filled their stomachs. Alliances had become important lately and what was stronger than a marriage alliance?

"From the East, Lord Lucas Montgomery, Knight-commander of Wyvern’s Reach." The herald read.

Lord Lucas and his men entered the hall, their imposing physiques commanded silence. Covered in thick furs, they looked more like cold menacing beasts than men. While the Wyvern Reach was not as large a territory or the Montgomery house as powerful as the others, their military prowess was not to be under estimated.

They had produced some of the most skilled fighters and commanders in the empire. With brute strength alone, they could repel back armies that were wielding swords.

"Lady Jilian Sterling, Marchioness of Starhold."

The marchioness’s entry was not whispered about. The only reason she was attending was because the Starhold heir was a young boy, only three years old. He could not decide with whom to stand so she would do it for him.

"Lord Drumin Holloway, Earl of Moonspire." The herald read.

The Earl entered with four of his sons and two daughters along with ten knights. The house of Moonspire was a secretive one and nobody really knew what to make of them. They were powerful and yet remained behind the scenes, in the shadows as much as possible.

It was rather down to earth of them or suspicious considering the fact that they controlled three of the most crucial ports in the capital of the empire.

"Lord Glen Christianson, Baron of The thousand peaks." The herald called out.

ten wives. They were all dressed lavishly. Glen Christianson was not a man that shied away from showing off his wealth that his family had acquired from the ownership of half of the empire’s

though it was more isolated from the capital, they were considered strong and their support was necessary as they contributed significant wealth to the coffers of

attendance and finally, the last entrants, the Nithercott’s led by the divine maiden herself,

hatred as Malcom had been

naturally increased when Akia walked into the room. Dressed in white, beautiful as always with a small golden crown on her head, she looked like a princess. She was accompanied

long legs and thin waist. Even the swell of her breasts

Jordan said, appreciatively with a besotted smile

the look on his son’s face. The Nithercott’s were too greedy for power, be

He had terminated them as soon as he declared himself regent. Cleverly, he replaced them with people

the divine messenger." The herald

lords. Only the emperor was worthy of such a greeting and

was said about the nobles that remained sitting. The situation as it was, was already tense, nobody wanted to light the first match and start the

all sit."

that stood made sour faces and the ones that did not stand smirked or scoffed. The members of the houses that had reached secret agreements exchanged glances. If the divine messenger was involving herself in the race

get the support of the mages and they could all guess how that

suffered a blow when the assassins of the church murdered the emperor and wiped out most of the ruling family. Since then, we seem to have lost our way which proves true

plan to be involved in the selection?"

by all of the nobles. As long as they could