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.

black ropes. A knight and a mage led the procession, ringing bells and shouting her sins. People gathered as she stood

names, murderer was

Others were children from the orphanage that had been touched by her

her fate. Somehow, she had always managed to beat

rotting food at her, anything they could get their hands on. Eggs, tomatoes,

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

center of the city where criminals were executed. She was presented before the Empress

knights, men and women. Her robe trailed the cobble stone ground as she approached Emmah. She made a single gesture and

path and stuck to it." Sigrid’s gaze held some pity. "You could have been great if you did not jump from one man to another indecisively and choose to scheme like a villain rather than live like heroine. Why did

anger. "I thought about it long and hard when I was in Medoris.

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 king about

movie, you spread rumors about me. You wrote the letters

then I realized that you were much more than that. You know that this world is a book. I only

the plot and that is why you were ahead of me all this time. You destroyed the Windrider’s, you destroyed the

Sigrid cut in. "Do you mean to say that you

apart.

spell over her, stealing her voice. Nobody

of us was always meant to kill the other." She told her. "If you had not been greedy to step on others to climb the ladder, you would not be here today. This is not a novel world

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