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

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 queen

the little specks of

faster than when Benjamin chased after him on a horse, threatening to trample and crush his legs. Galen had been thirteen at the time

glanced at Mauve’s parents, grandparents and even great grandparents that were sitting around, drinking and having a merry time but tense with anticipation. Her mother raised a glass to him

the Thorin’s and Shadowmere’s. What were they

shade, yawning as she listened to Mauve’s

ended with most of the birds that participated in

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

firmly led her forward until they

I am going to be sick." Mauve

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

gallons of

glaring at her intensely like a scorching

to one knee

that were covering her eyes. Roland walked into the gardens with Sunny and

an orange tree with your feet dangling freely. I knew that you were

and darted away from Roland. The four legged menace of the royal family excitedly

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

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

"Oh Sunny." Sigrid mumbled.

turned his eyes back to Mauve. The cake might have been ruined but the proposal had to continue. "Will you marry