The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 412: Emmah’s last walk.

She was once easily Eldoria’s most beautiful woman and certainly its most fortunate one. Luck had followed her like a shadow and her name had been whispered through the city walls and beyond like a song. The bastard daughter of a noble lord, the savior of the crown prince, the woman who made men turn their heads and sigh in their dreams. Her rise was the stuff of ballads written by dwarfs.

Indeed, they had written a few songs but her. Songs that would have spread to many empires if her luck had stayed with her.

Her hairstyle after the debutante ball had been emulated by many fashionable noble women. The jewelry she had worn was sold in every corner. She should have been destined for nobility--even royalty as the only wife of King Raff’s favorite son Benjamin. Even if it was not him, it should have been any of the other princes.

She should have been Eldoria’s first Empress.

Her name was Lady Emma Fairfax.

No one called her that now.

They called her murderer, curse, plague and daughter of misfortune.

A fortnight had passed since she was brought back to Eldoria in chains. Her trial had lasted three days, She was declared guilty and her fate was execution, declared by Empress Sigrid.

Her words had been,"Justice may be delayed, but it cannot be denied. Let the people remember her rise and fall from grace, her greed and vanity and her immorality which led to her destruction."

Her sentence had been declared: Public shaming through the city followed by execution at dusk. She would see the sunlight before darkness became her final home.

The day had come and the process started at dawn. Lady Emmah Fairfax, once the most beautifully dressed woman in the empire was dressed in plain brown linen. She walked barefoot from the prison on the mage estate where her last remaining magic had been stripped to the market place.

Her wrists were bound in black ropes. A knight and a mage led the procession, ringing bells

her names, murderer was

Mostly, it was the children of the deceased Lady Jane Fairfax, the woman she had murdered. Others were children from the orphanage that had been touched by her kindness. They recalled the sweet girl they

truly her fate. Somehow, she had always managed to beat the odds and bounce

her, anything they could get their hands on. Eggs, tomatoes, leafy greens.

of rot clung to her. She was pulled away and led to another

about to arrive, she was taken to the center of the city where criminals were executed. She was presented before the Empress

from her chair, surrounded by her royal knights, men and women. Her robe trailed the cobble stone ground as she approached Emmah. She made a single gesture and blocked

the wealthiest woman in the world. You could have been the greatest female knight. You could even have been Empress if you picked one path and stuck to it." Sigrid’s gaze held

with anger. "I thought about it long and hard when I was in Medoris. Every step that I took, there was a shadow looming over me, someone that ruined

then that it started with you. All my misfortunes lead back to you. When I returned as the savior of the crown prince, you stopped me from being his wife. I wanted the Eclipsion sword but you told the

movie, you spread rumors about me. You wrote the letters that made Lady Jane hate me even before I stepped foot in the Fairfax

maybe you were just another transmigrator but then I realized that you were much more than that. You know

were ahead of me all

"Do you mean to say that you have no responsibility in

me and Prince Firron apart. It was you that had someone kill

over her, stealing her voice. Nobody needed to hear

told her. "If you had not been greedy to step on others to climb the ladder, you would not be here today. This is

This is a world with