The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 320: On balls and commoners.

They returned home after spending three hours at the fair. They were exhausted, slightly traumatized but mostly happy. They were also covered in the smell of funnel cake, barbecue beef, grilled cheese, cotton candy, caramel apples, hot dogs and ale. They had been eating barbecue beef when a burrow of ale exploded and rained all over them.

"It is too bad we did not do the potion lunge." Mauve sighed tiredly as she fell into a chair in the living room.

The potion plunge was a ride that riders took into a room and got plunged into a tube with a potion of their choosing which altered their outfits, eye or hair color. They emerged from the tube and fell into a pool of glittering water. Everyone that had taken the potion plunge had been walking around covered in glitter.

"Did you see the guy that looked like a roasted phoenix?" Christie chuckled like a storyteller who knows the plot twist and is going to ruin everyone’s evening. "Red hair is not for everyone."

"That was flaming red, not just red." Sigrid commented, holding back a yawn.

"I think I saw Emmah there she was with that Valerius knight." Mauve sat up, accepting a cup of tea from Lama.

Sigrid had ordered for a sunmint digestive brew to be cooked before they returned to the estate. She was a little worried about all the eating that they had overindulged in.

Sunmint tea was her secret brew, it was sold in her coffee shop to those those that had chaotic digestive troubles often. Even doctors in the capital were recommending it to patients.

It had become a must have tea in all the noble houses because it saved them their dignity after they over indulged in fried foods and cake.

"Does this mean she has given up on Benji?" Galen asked with a wicked plotting like smile on his lips. "If it is official, I would love to visit my younger brother and share this news with him."

course you would." Sigrid

any chance available

asked. She addressed the question to Roland and Sigrid, looking at the couple which was canoodling together for the first time

was angling for

wakes and decides on what to do with him." Roland shared, playing with the strings of Sigrid’s dress near the neck. He kept rolling them around his finger and unrolling it. "Not that we are sharing this fact with anyone so I will as always continue to appreciate your secrecy. When people ask about his whereabouts, we will simply continue to say he traveled out of the empire to tour

had been sold off by Roland and the money was

"I thought the king would wake soon. Why is he taking so

cure." Roland took Sigrid’s fingers and rubbed his chin against them like a cat. "As long

had no plans to let the king open his eyes

long as he is still breathing, there is hope." Sigrid stifled

movie, one was showing the news and the last one had

was talking about the debutante ball. Reporters were interviewing people on the street on

mouth and some of the brownest teeth Sigrid had ever seen said, "I be reckonin’ it’s a sorry shame that us common folk ain’t got no grand debutante

man that has lived on the sea for most

frowned with a question on her mind that she asked loudly. "He does have

the answer. "Debutante balls are reserved of aristocratic and upper-class families for the single reason of introducing young women to high society and potential suitors. They are meant to

are serving the drinks and playing the music."