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.

once fashionable hair had been shaved off completely. Her wrists were bound in black ropes. A knight and a mage led the procession, ringing bells and shouting her sins. People gathered as she stood still to endure the shaming and

murderer was the loudest of them

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

always managed to beat the odds and bounce back. Maybe she would create a miracle, one

her, anything they could get their hands

feet, the smell of rot clung to her. She was pulled away and led

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

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

Empress if you picked one path and stuck to it." Sigrid’s gaze held

long and hard when I was in Medoris. Every step that I took, there was a shadow looming over me, someone

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

spread rumors about me. You wrote

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

were ahead of me all this time. You destroyed the Windrider’s, you destroyed

cut in. "Do you mean to say that

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

spell over her, stealing her voice. Nobody needed to hear Emmah’s

to step on others to climb the ladder, you would not be here today. This is not a novel world by the way, it is a

week. This is a world with magic. If I keep you alive for a moment, I am afraid that you will come back to