The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 382

Chapter 382: The suspicions of the king.

The maids were not giving up. Lady Iryne had given them a deadline to make Sigrid decide on a dress so that nobody in the family clashed by wearing a similar outfit.

"A beautiful red silk gown that billows magically." Lama said in a honeyed voice.

Sigrid smiled as she pictured it.

"Made entirely of apple skins." Lama finished in a small voice.

And the smile on Sigrid’s face withered.

Lama had yet to notice as she was lost in the vision and she added, "It will have a belt around the waist and when you twirl it will release cinnamon scented sparkles."

"Fruit salad!" Sigrid’s sarcasm didn’t sparkle, it smoldered. "You want me, the crown princess to go to a ball dressed as fruit salad!"

Lama turned the page quickly after noting the sourness in Sigrid’s tone. "I too thought it was a terrible idea but I promised the tailors that I would share all their ideas with you.

Next up is the oversized collar embroidered gown with a long trail and each dwarf’s face, magically enchanted to wink."

Sigrid did not even justify that with a response.

Lama wiped sweat from her forehead. It was becoming really hot in the bathroom. "A gown with mice and gloves that smell like cheese."

Lama did not even make eye contact with Sigrid after sharing that idea. She already knew what answer the crown princess with give.

showed Sigrid. The gown, gloves and tiara were okay. "With

not Kansas. I am not

Who was Kansas and

inflatable satin and wool of magical sheep with forms a cloud. When the

Sigrid’s flat voice

idea book and bath time came to an end. By the time Sigrid finished

longer than my

been curled. "Perfection cannot be

roamed over her and they gleamed appreciatively. It was undeniable that she was breathtakingly beautiful. But, even without all the fuss, he

and he would still choose her. That was how desperately he wanted

his as they slow walked down

you think your father’s first question is going

"Peace with Medoris. I know

that it was not the only thing he was unhappy about. There

they arrived in the royal hospital, the king sent everyone out,

too Roland." He commanded his

she made herself comfortable. For the first time since King Raff opened his eyes, she got to see him. He was still pale. His feet could not work just yet but he could sit. He was covered

spoke first, in a scratchy, suspicious voice. "You were

looking for the union. The secret meal which the men ate in the observatory was not attended by a single person of influence in a dress or skirt. Apparently, the fact that war is men’s business

from his mouth and it

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