The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 375: The queen’s last words.

After the burial, the celebration of the queen’s life was all that was left on the itinerary. Unlike the ceremony of the late queen consort Rina which was attended by flamboyantly dressed young ladies, this one was very much toned down.

Almost everyone was dressed in black and those that were not in black had opted for other dull colors. There were less shiny jewels on their bodies. The smiles on their faces were tense, sad or forced.

The music which was being played was mellow and there was no dancing. Mourners were standing or sitting in groups, drinking, eating and gossiping or discussing the quick spreading rumor about the king having opened his eyes finally.

Those that were not doing this were finding other ways to fill their time, like watching television. On every channel, the death of the queen was the subject. In every corner of the empire, her death was being mourned, people were being interviewed on their opinions or memories of the late queen.

They were all giving random responses, nothing touching or personal. It was a miracle that nobody was talking about her cold bitter nature.

"Has anybody seen the Crown Prince?" Someone asked.

Roland had last been seen when the casket was lowered into the ground. He had not been able to sit through the entire funeral to the end.

Currently, he was drinking in the sonar, holding a letter that had his mother’s last words. It had been delivered by one of her ladies in waiting and it was a one year old letter.

According to what he was told, she wrote one every month, preparing for the day when her husband or Consort Rina would get rid of her.

"So, what do you think she wrote?" Galen took a sip of wine from a very large mug.

and it cut him. He had already been cut three times and yet he continued on as if he felt

term brooding to another level. He was angry, plain and simple. "Do you suppose she wrote about how much she

the window. "It would not be very

not likely but I am going to throw this out anyway." Galen replied. "Maybe

wine. There was no possibility

snatched the envelope out of Roland’s hands. He had grown impatient and he just wanted it over and done

the envelope with carelessness, ripping the envelope and then he read the content. There

and he shook his head. The sheer

curiosity was aroused and he took the

Avenge me.

were no greetings, no explanations, no goodbye’s, no sincere words of hope for

it, setting the letter on fire. The world would have to freeze

man coming out of darkness and fog in winter, he finally saw

bring me some food. I think that I am finally

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eating or drinking.

the conversation because she was exhausted. In the last two days, she had barely slept because Roland barely slept. She had also been running around organizing the funeral, meeting the

some sleep tonight.