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 celebrating

turned into a small but grand kind of royal reception, Prince Galen stood under a floral canopy arranged manually. He was dressed

was trying to shine away the little specks of dirt that had gathered on

to trample and crush his legs. Galen had been thirteen at the

great grandparents that were sitting around, drinking and having a merry time

he was curious about was the Thorin’s and Shadowmere’s. What were they doing there? Was Sigrid the one that invited

tree with ample shade, yawning as she listened to Mauve’s sister Maude narrate a story about a poultry race she had

It ended with most of the birds that

led outside by Mrs. Elsworth. She was sullen and her eyes scanned the gardens like

led her forward until they reached Galen and

going to be sick."

thought they would say

need ten gallons of coffee." She

Elsworth had just whispered something to Lady Rosewood which resulted in Mauve’s mother glaring at her intensely like a scorching fire. Mauve’s stomach turned. Her secret

dropped to one

glasses that were covering her eyes. Roland walked into

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

the royal family excitedly dashed

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

His

"Oh Sunny." Sigrid mumbled.

The cake might have been ruined but the proposal had to continue.