The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 349: She had no words.

Two hours later, Lady Iryne emerged from the cauldron with a flawless skin. She also looked ten years younger, like a snake that had molted out of its old skin. The sight of her left everyone speechless.

Even Sigrid had not expected the effect.

"My goodness. Can I go next?" Duchess Mila asked Sigrid.

"You would need to be glitter bombed first." Sigrid told her.

As Lady Iryne was being escorted into the house, they heard a splash. When everyone turned around, they heard maids screaming Kip’s name.

Half an hour later, Iryne Thorin was made to sit at her reading table and pen another letter. While she was willing to write a letter, she did not feel comfortable writing it under the watchful eye of her mother-in-law that really wanted some fairy glitter.

[To: Secret Council of Fairy godmothers.

Dear Dame Twilight Appleblossom,

Let me begin my letter by sharing the little fact that I was aghast, extremely so when the glitter you sent exploded in my face. Perhaps a heads up next time so that I can save it the proper way.

I must say that I found the tone of your correspondence mildly lacking. My daughter Sigrid {The mage} can break the spell on any glass slipper you create. If you need proof of this send us a pair. I also would not mind owning a pair of size six glass slippers. If they could arrive before Lady Aberdon’s ball which is in two weeks, I will be very grateful.

Back to serious business. Your claim that godmothering is about empowerment does not sit well with me. It was not empowering when Cinderella was left barefoot in a forest with a shattered pumpkin, no transport home and rags for clothes. For heaven sake, the least you could have done is given the lass a coat to keep off the cold.

it empowerment, I call it

will be there with a suitcase, a wand and glass slippers. I might have to

a story book has been circulating in my empire. The title of the book

it is teaching the wrong lessons. I don’t know if this is your department as well but as it falls

gossip to the queen daily. How does it do it? And

seem to collectively share one apple sized brain. I

them. Who moves in with strangers at the snap of a finger. Did she leave her own

given to her by a strange

move in with seven strange dwarfs but she ate an apple casually given to her by a stranger.

hate to be the bearer of bad news but men {even princes} don’t just go around kissing princesses randomly anymore.

next time. I shudder to think of

me a lot of only Cinderella’s feet could fit in the

I

of

for dwarfs on

for Snow White

spell, if it’s not

even come around to her name, Snow White. Just because you give birth to a daughter with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as ebony does not mean that she should be named Snow

father named King