The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 381: The right dress for a fairytale themed ball.

She slapped his stomach softly. "How are you feeling today?" She asked him. Every morning since the day the queen died, she would ask him this questions.

It had been three days and he had not touched a drop of alcohol. It was a sign of progress.

"Better." He sat up and stretched, straightening his arms in the air and then bending from side to side.

Sigrid was the brains behind the morning stretches and yoga. Roland hated yoga. He could do the morning stretches and the meditation but the yoga was an enemy he wanted to drive a sword through. The human body was not meant to stretch like that.

How were a few ladylike stretches more painful than sword work?

Mauve entered the bedroom, announcing her presence very loudly. "It’s me, lady-in-waiting number one. I hope everyone is dressed and not kissing. I bring news. The king would like to see you both right now. Quick warning, his ability to talk is back and it seems he has a list of issues to address."

Sigrid shoved a pillow under head and laid back down. "I am pregnant, count me out."

Roland pulled her up. "That excuse is not working today. If you keep avoiding him, I am afraid that he will stand to be carried in here so that you can have a face-off."

Sigrid felt all her energy being drained. The king was no doubt going to analyze each and every decision that they had taken while he was in his ’magically assisted coma.’

one. She had not yet had

pizza for breakfast."

was very nimble and very eager when it came to food and she was by Sigrid’s side in only seconds. "What kind of

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appetite is not the healthiest lately so when an opportunity comes by to feed her, we must grab on

direction of the bathroom. "I agree with you both but she does need a bath if she is to meet the king. You can get started on the pizza Lady Mauve.

would choose one to wear. Roland left the room and went to the side chamber to take a bath and change as

scented oils, some fruits and warm relaxing tea. Three maids assisted her and Lanai even massaged her shoulders as she rested her head on

mother’s fairy tale ball. All the royal tailors are

presented a dress with mouse embroidery. Oh...and lets not forget the

"It

Sigrid exclaimed. "They just threw random ideas out. There was the blue dress with vines made from actual vines. The round apple bodice dress which made it appear as if my breasts weighed five hundred pounds, the gown covered in shards of

terrible one." Bella

was the one which was apparently supposed to be made out of only glass. It would not cut but I would reflect like a mirror and every time I twirled on the dance floor the mirrors were supposed to point out the fairest of them all. Show me someone that can wear a dress of full mirrors from neck to toe and still be able to move upright. How

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not forget the Rapunzel dress which is supposed to be made out of real human hair. How am I supposed supposed to dress up in real human hair? The thought alone