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.

they

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 outfit and his grandmother the

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

and crush his legs. Galen had been thirteen at the time and he had run as if his life

sitting around, drinking and having a merry time but tense

and Shadowmere’s. What

under a tree with ample shade, yawning as she listened to Mauve’s sister Maude narrate

of the

Mrs. Elsworth. She was sullen and her eyes scanned the gardens like a fugitive looking for

until they reached Galen

going to

blinked. This was not what he thought they would say to each other first

need ten gallons of coffee." She

intensely like a scorching fire. Mauve’s stomach turned. Her secret was out

to one

that were covering her

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 you forever--not merely as a

royal

crushed into the tower of chocolate cake which was shaped like a large chicken. Maude was the baker,

was not real chicken, he stood and wagged his tail furiously. His clean white fur was covered in brown around the face,

"Oh Sunny." Sigrid mumbled.

grabbed the dog and Galen turned his eyes back to Mauve. The cake might have been ruined but the proposal had to continue. "Will