The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 333: Roland’s poems grow.

Roland could picture all the scandalized guests at that ball.

"I am sure that no mother will allow her daughter stay back for such a ball. You can relax my dear, there will be no scandal at your debutante ball." He assured her.

Sigrid groaned. "Now you have jinxed it. Saying there will be no scandal at a ball is the same as saying, what’s the worst that could happen. When someone says something like that, something bad always happens. Don’t you watch horror movies?"

"Horror movies.." he repeated after her with a questioning tone.

His confusion got her thinking that maybe she needed to do what she had done with the script of the rise of Lady Blanche. Pay a visit to a few writers in their dreams and give them horror movie inspired dreams like Dracula, Underworld, Wrong turn, final destination...that kind of thing.

But for now, she decided to simply change the subject. "I have been thinking about your suggestion and I am reconsidering it. A desert themed ball could be a wonderful idea. Some of us don’t have any vested interests in the matches of the night.

If my face was needed to be seen, I would not even show up. So, the least I can do is make things comfortable for myself."

She thought it was a splendid idea and she planned to share it with Mrs. Elsworth and her brothers. With the help of mages, she could pull it off in the little time she had left.

"Whatever you say dear. I will be there to hold your glass, plate and dance with you when the music sweeps you off your feet." He told her.

"And conspire." She raised the milk glass up so they could toast. "We have to take down Emmah Fairfax and all of our problems will be halved."

He touched his wine glass to her milk glass. "I don’t like the fact that our troubles are only halved but half is better than full. What will you do with her when the lucky artifact is gone?"

up of course." She closed her eyes, smiling quietly. Her lips were curved at the corner like a a blade being unsheathed. When she opened her

her face altogether combined, was that of someone replaying a dreamy scene that only

take her legs and arms, and douse her in a mixture of milk and honey. Then I will dump her down the deepest well and drop

one that only I can break. I will leave the well uncovered, such that every once in a while, she will be able to see shadows of people above. She will hear

all of the wine in his glass in a single large gulp, shuddering as he pondered on Emmah’s final

Sigrid raised

He shook his

I...we have not intervened as much as possible in her life. She would be doing the same exact thing to me. With the exception of the

in the process. "I will never let this happen to you. I will protect you and

touching, until he said Leaf. Then, she rolled her eyes and chuckled which in turn made

are not naming our daughter Leaf." She

think it is growing on me." He grinned for a moment, looking very relaxed

this. My mother being the first and Mrs. Elowin second. My mother would even write a letter to the naming agency

I get one every two days. If I was very active in responding, I would receive one daily. Phones have been introduced but your mother

bent down and picked up his cloak which he had dumped on

latest letter to me which was delivered by your grandfather today. I am going to read it to you. It concerns one of the poems

every word was

pales beside the scent that clings to you. You smile as though the morning rose and shape my world anew--oh may these words reach your