The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 407: Lady Iryne’s rage.

Lady Dove Wheatley did not expect to be arrested in the end. It was said that the Horse Keepers never failed in their missions. For so many years, they had managed to get away with causing mayhem, unseen and unheard. She couldn’t fathom why things had not worked out when it came to her.

As she sat in handcuffs, sweating under the questioning of a constable, she cursed the Horse keepers and Sigrid. Because of them, she would be spending a lot of time in an Eldorian prison or even be executed, unless her family intervened.

The door of the small interrogation room was opened. In walked Sigrid and two burly knights. The constable stood up and offered her the chair he had been sitting in.

Sigrid faced Lady Dove, running her hands over the gold pearl necklace around her neck. It was the same one Lady Dove had paid to acquire the services of the Horse keepers.

Lady Dove’s hands that were handcuffed to the table trembled. She wanted to reach out and sip the smug smile on Sigrid’s lips or maybe choke her to death with the necklace. Perhaps she could stuff those pearls down her throat after she was death.

Sigrid sighed when she saw the hatred in the dark pupils of Dove Wheatley. It seemed like the woman had not repeated at all.

"Are you here to gloat?" Dove asked.

Sigrid laughed. "Why would I gloat? I was not competing with you and I certainly don’t see you as an enemy. I could barely remember your name or face after meeting you. I am here to thank you for helping me root out the Horse Keepers. Because of you I got my hands on so much dark material that the nobles of Eldoria will be dancing to my tunes for a very long time to come."

"Get out." Lady Dove growled.

now on you will be stuck in a tiny prison cell for the rest of

leaned forward, screaming loudly.

dead, if everything had gone according to

about me. When he saw me at the ball, he recognized me. He whisked

just means my brain functions as it should." She jutted her finger at Lady Dove. "You are not special. My husband wanted you to be executed today

inside. The knights had been so shocked that they drew their weapons while the constable drew

a sword and eyes of a war goddess ready to behead her long time enemy. Lord Thorin followed her, urging her to remain calm. But how could one calm a storm that was

head. Reciting the spell she had taught the Lord mage, she turned the sword on her mother’s hand into a

Dove, landing a few

haven’t slapped her yet." She shouted and struggled,

nothing more to say to Lady Dove so she followed her parents outside. The constable stayed back and made a call for a doctor to come and treat the wounds Lady Iryne had left

face cream on Lady Dove’s face. He had been wondering how to achieve

down some calming tea which was provided by Mauve.

need to stop being impulsive sometimes."

him a silencing glare