The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 335: Emmah amazes again!

It was good day for a lot of nobles houses in Eldoria, for the long awaited debutante ball had come. All day long, mothers and daughters had conspired, servants had perspired and fathers had drunk their wines or enjoyed their smokes as they pondered on the fates of their daughters after tonight.

The debutante ball was a deciding ball for most. Who would be joining the list of the most beautiful women in Eldoria? Who would be declared the beauty of the season? Who would have the most suitors? Who would fetch the most envious match of the season? Who would be a wallflower and who would be the subject of scandal.

A more important question for those that loved to relish in gossip. Who would fall prey to the dangerous charms of an Ashford?

All those questions would be answered by the evening which arrived very early. When the sun was starting to set, carriages filled the grounds of the royal castle. This debutante ball was unlike any other for it was outdoors and not inside the typical ballroom.

Guests were flown to the hunting grounds on magic carpets and the coachmen, or rug men, serenaded them with the most beautiful ballads as they sailed through the skies.

When the carpets arrived at the hunting grounds, guests were transferred to jeweled caravans for a five minute ride to the real venue, a beautiful desert, with endless sand, held together by magic. Even if the wind blew, the sand would not move.

One half of the grounds had tables under canopies and on the ground around the tables were lanterns. On each table were beautiful red or white roses. And the same roses covered most of the grounds themselves. On that same side of the grounds, beach bed under canopies had also been lined up for those that wished to rest or view the ball without being forced to stand for many hours.

The venue was brightly lit, to avoid mischief, Sigrid had been sure to be generous with the lighting. Every corner of the place had lanterns, there would no cuddling, kissing or secret groping.

were flying above, or sitting on chairs. Some

of the night and most of the guests were very eager to take pictures with them. Some noble lords were already showing off their bravery by

but guests were coming to learn that her balls would probably

flared like white pants, blue silk vests served drinks. All that was

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on the other hand, not so many. They had spent hours perfecting their looks,

to arrive. Sigrid looked like a desert princess in white and gold. The golden part of the dress was mostly from her chest upwards and it looked like golden armor, curved all

veil covering her head and flowing backwards. The golden crown on her head had a piece with a green sapphire that dangled down to her

outfit that matched hers but where she wore white, he opted for black. On his arms, he wore golden armor. Side by side, they made a striking

officially started and the debutantes were escorted across a

presented before the crown prince and princess. Some of them had opted to match Sigrid’s theme of the desert night, like Lira Ashford, who was draped in silk that shimmered like a dozen tiny

that would be the beauty of the

late appearance. She materialized after the

made aware of Sigrid’s change in the theme, she wore a gown that matched it perfectly. It was woven from mirage silk, the bodice shimmered like a lake of molten lava and gold, and the train.....ooh the train. It was carried by six miniature sand creatures that had been