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

murderer was the

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

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

they could

of rot clung to her. She

taken to the center of the city where criminals were executed.

robe trailed the cobble stone

path and stuck to it." Sigrid’s gaze held

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

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

about me. You wrote the letters that made Lady Jane hate me

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

that is why you were ahead of me

of you but no I." Sigrid cut in. "Do you mean to say that you have no responsibility

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

cast a spell over her, stealing her voice. Nobody needed to hear

to climb the ladder, you would not be here today. This is not

changed my mind this week. This is a world with magic. If I