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.’

had not yet had breakfast and she could not imagine confronting the king on an empty

have pizza

was very nimble and very eager when it came to food and she was by Sigrid’s side in only seconds. "What kind of pizza do you want? vegetable, bacon, cheese, chicken, turkey, beef, fruit....maybe I should make them all and you

side. "The Crown Princess needs

waved her hand dismissively. "She had one last night, this is more important. Her appetite is not the healthiest

you both but she does need a bath if she is to meet the king.

bed from which Sigrid would choose one to wear. Roland left

fruits and warm relaxing tea. Three maids assisted her and Lanai even massaged her shoulders as she rested her head on a soft towel on the

gown for your mother’s fairy tale ball. All the royal

inspired dress. Another presented a dress with mouse embroidery. Oh...and lets not forget the one with the magical

"It was

breasts weighed five hundred pounds, the gown covered in shards of mirrored glass!!" She huffed again. "Real glass by the way and it was supposed to cut. Each drop of blood would grow

was a terrible

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

wins the battle of

to be made out of real human hair. How am I supposed supposed to dress up in real