The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 337: Emmah’s mistakes.

The ball was Emmah Fairfax’s crowning moment, or so she thought. She had received help from an unexpected mage, the phantom midwife. Of course, there was a price to pay for her help but she had helped Emmah with the dress, make-up and all the shimmer which she needed.

She had timed her arrival perfectly, choosing a moment when all the debutantes had finished making their entrance and she walked in, dazzling everyone like the heroine of a romantic movie.

And her plan had worked perfectly. The crown princess had been forced to declare her the beauty of the season, which Emmah was certain Sigrid had been loathe to do. The dark look of fury in her eyes said so.

After the declaration, came the suitors. They flocked to her like lovesick birds, cawing and scratching, pining for her attention. After tonight, she was sure that she would be on her way to greatness.

Her first mistake had been listening to the words of Adelia Percival when she said that prince Benjamin was outside, looking for her.

Her second mistake was greed. The desire to show off to Benjamin. The temptation to secure a marriage with a prince. The desire to climb to the top and become an equal with Sigrid Thorin. A combination of all those things had resulted in her not thinking clearly. Perhaps if she had, she would have kept in mind the fact that her stepmother Lady Jane and Lady Percival were friendly enemies.

Even though they did not get along famously, they had become quite close as they waited for their daughters during those dance and etiquette classes.

So, Lady Percival’s daughter would not be doing her any favors.

Her third mistake was walking into the woods. No gentleman waited for a lady in the woods. This society was very different from earth. Only bad things happened when couples met in woods.

realized that there were no red knights protecting that part of

around the moment she realized that it was not Benjamin in the woods but

of those slithering creatures just happened to crawl up her leg at that exact moment. Frightened out of her mind,

the top of his lungs. Thanks to him, red knights, some noble lords that happened to be passing by, Lady Fairfax and Lady Aberdon. Plus a few mages that happened

they were in was very inappropriate. Emmah’s dress was bundled up, Gage’s hands were on her buttocks. His pants were of course, unzipped and form

her life had changed. It was over. There would be no recovering from this.

and then

take the

things had only become worse as a nurse informed her that she was pregnant.

had not yet processed the news completely and she was thinking of finding a way out for herself. She would not be Mrs. Bumblebert. She was a transmigrator, a special existence on

I must abort." She whispered

"Nurse." She screamed.

soon as her stepmother strolled into the room, with a wolfish grin on her face, Emmah knew that her pregnancy was not a secret. "I suppose you are here to gloat."

as well. "Well, I would gloat but the fact that you are in a family way is not my doing. You accomplished that all on your own dear girl. My plan was to have you married off to a useless man and Gage Lumberfoot was the

brothers so there is no hope of him ever inheriting the title. He has a pottery workshop in Strawville village. After finding a wife, his intention is to move there and live a simple

have already sent a footman to inform Mr. Bumblebert and his mother about your condition. Even though you are