The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 374: The lies in the eulogy.

Facing the crowd of mourners in the church, Sigrid hoped that her eyes were red enough to prove that she had cried. Glancing in the direction of the camera which was covering the funeral, she dabbed the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief and sniffed.

Somewhere in the crowd, someone sobbed loudly.

"Today we have come together to mourn the passing of a sovereign, a great woman whose presence once filled this empire with quiet thunder.

Queen Maurelia De-Kensington Maximus was not just born to rule--she chose it. With grace sharpened by steel and diplomacy as flexible as the air, she brought change to a kingdom that was fractured and helped shape it into an empire where we all can sleep peacefully and dare to dream.

She was not just a queen. She was more than a crown. She was a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister and a friend. She built schools so that girls could get an education and have a chance to achieve greater things.

She sent pastries to grieving widows and three gold coins each to sustain them for a while. She built a hospital, supported three orphanages and encouraged the spreading of knowledge on agriculture because she did not want anyone in Eldoria to go a day without food.

She was as sweet as she liked her tea, five spoons of sugar in each cup. Her gaze was as sharp as that of a knight on the battlefield and she could silence a room with one stare."

Sigrid paused and sniffed, dabbing at her eyes again before continuing.

"As tough as she was, she liked to make jokes. I will never forget when I was grieving the loss of my first child and to comfort me she made up some jokes that I would love to share with you.

A dwarf walks into a tavern and tavern keep asks, "Why the long beard?" The dwarf sighs, "I got lost in it three weeks ago."

people chuckled, even the dwarfs

mage fail mathematics class? He kept trying to summon the

scored some

call a queen who can juggle?

am saddened that a queen with such a warm heart is gone. Her scars, though unseen were many and

unknown plague, she continued to work in any capacity that she could and she was often overheard sharing advise through the windows and doors. For her, duty

Maurelia did not fade, She became a legend that will live in our hearts forever. Her final words --"May

a light--a bright sparkling

remain long after her reign and may she rest in

was not usual for people to applaud a eulogy but something about the simple, respectful, touching

that were political in nature or overly dramatic, hers cut straight to

wall next to one of the windows. He had heard every word of Sigrid’s eulogy. The urge to vomit boiled in the depths of his stomach

farce, everything was a lie. There was no truth in anything that she said and yet she said it with such emotion like it was the

they were lies too. When Sigrid had a miscarriage, his mother’s biggest concern was how soon she

his wife that frightened him sometimes. She was good at lying that he often didn’t know when

in humanizing her." Galen bit

of a grieving son. For him, the dead queen was no different from Consort Rina.