The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 317: Emmah and the wicked stepmother again.

Emmah’s life had been smooth sailing for a while. She had even caught the eye of Sir Tobey Valerius, a famous knight in Eldoria, and third in command of the Valerius knights. He also led twenty percent of the red knight forces, had battle merits, land and wealth. More importantly, he has the trust of the king.

He was not a noble, but he was just as good as a noble. In the absence of Benjamin, he was a fat catch, and the Count could not have been more pleased with Emmah. He was so pleased that he allowed Emmah to make some suggestions concerning their business.

She had designed two luxury yachts that the count was certain would help them in beating the Shadowmere’s that had already squeezed them so hard to the point that the Fairfax’s had lost sixty percent of their territory and two ports under their ownership.

In the Fairfax house, with the protection of the count, Emmah was now a golden noble granddaughter, living the life of a true young lady. Life had been so good that she had all but forgotten her revenge plots against Sigrid.

Not completely--she was putting them off until the end of the ball. Even now, she was with the rest of her sisters, planning out their outfits. The count had sent for some of the best dressmakers in the empire to make the best dresses for his granddaughters basing off of Emmah’s designs.

The young women were chuckling in harmony as one of them, Sera, endured the pressure and discomfort of squeezing into a corset.

Emmah had already chosen the gown she was going to wear, it was a midnight blue silk gown with one arm. It was tight around the burst and fell out like waterfall to her feet. The hem was lined with beautiful golden flowers that matched the crushed golden lines that were running over the dress on the outside like strings of pearls. They lent a beauty to the gown which would enable it to sparkle as the night got darker.

Her hands were trailing over the gown when the door

and all the young women became tense. It was never a

as sugary as poisoned honey, "I found the most beautiful gown crated by one of the mages that tailored princess Thalassa’s gown. As soon as I saw

It was a monstrous bright dark pink gown, drowning

the room and Sera cried out

old tricks, trying to sabotage her. "Thank you mother, it is a lovely dress indeed. I will save it and

bellowed. She gestured for the maid to take away the midnight blue gown. "I am sure that prince Benjamin or Sir

could blink, the gown she had been planning to wear was taken out of the room. She did not know it but Lady Fairfax had it sent to her own

Lady Fairfax set her eyes on

sure that she would dazzle everyone like an illusionist. Before the ball ended, the Fairfax doorstep would be crowded with eager young men calling on her or

she eyed the hair decorations. "I found the perfect hair oil that magically

Emmah with speed that defied reason and Lady Fairfax doused her hair in the oil. She pulled and twisted it

as Lady Fairfax retrieved her hands from Emmah’s hair. It was blonde with