The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 411: Mauve says yes.

Sigrid turned around slowly and she laughed nervously. "What men?"

Roland raised a curious eyebrow.

She laughed again. "It was Mauve and Christie. I did not even look at those men, not even the one dressed like a fireman."

"Fireman!" Roland’s eyebrow moved up further. "

Sigrid groaned lightly and gave in. "Okay, maybe I peeked a little but that was only because Christie invited them over. Honestly, we had no idea that it was a men’s hostess bar. My love, I am really tired. All I want to do is take a shower and get some sleep and.... woah!" She did not finish her words before she was swept off her feet and carried to the bathroom by her husband.

Lanai picked up the robes, intending to take them out to be washed.

"Bring the robes." Roland called out.

The maids sighed. More clothes to be torn!!

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Lady Mauve Rosewood was promising herself that she would never drink again. Nothing--nothing in the world was comparable to the agony of a pounding headache during a lunch that just happened to be held at Rosewood estate.

The sun was her greatest enemy. Did it have to shine so brightly? The light was hurting her eyes and causing her temples to throb. Where was the magical cure that Sigrid had promised to send over twenty minutes ago?

She closed the curtains with a wave of wand and leaned her head against the wall. She desperately wanted to block out the sound of laughter coming from outside. She also wanted to freeze all of her relatives.

were they

gardens of the estate which had been turned into a small but grand kind of royal reception, Prince Galen stood under a floral canopy arranged manually. He was dressed in his official royal

away the little specks of dirt that

when Benjamin chased after him on a horse, threatening to trample and crush his legs. Galen had been thirteen at the time and he had run as if his life depended on it. Which it

grandparents and even great grandparents that were sitting around, drinking and having a

and Shadowmere’s. What were they doing there? Was Sigrid the

shade, yawning as she listened to Mauve’s

times. It ended with most of the birds that participated in the race being

and

her forward until they reached Galen and then

to be sick." Mauve said

This was not what he thought they would

need ten gallons

at her intensely like a scorching fire. Mauve’s stomach turned. Her secret was out and she wanted to

Galen dropped to one knee

glasses that were covering

known that I was in love with you ever since I saw you slapping a princess without fear. I knew that I wanted to get to know you when I saw you sleeping on a branch of an orange tree with your feet dangling freely. I knew that you were the woman for me when you embraced my children and all of me without reservation. I wish to wake up beside you every morning. I wish to stand by

four legged menace of the royal family excitedly dashed forward with a cloak billowing in the air, charging

was shaped like a large chicken. Maude was the baker, having taken lessons from Mauve. Half

he stood and wagged his tail furiously. His clean

"Oh Sunny." Sigrid mumbled.

Mauve. The cake might