The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 225: What to do when you can’t sleep.

After dinner that night, Roland went off to have a drink with the king and his brothers, cousins and all male members of the royal family. It was a tradition that they kept whenever they were going off to a per-planned war. The night before setting off, they gathered in the royal castle and shared a few drinks.

This was done in case those who were going off to war did not make it back. They would leave parting words and final wishes. They would make memories that could be considered final memories.

The war against Nemoris could be considered a very big deal, eleven members of the royal family were going. Roland was of course going, Benjamin was staying back this time round.

He had claimed that his old leg injury was acting up again so he was afraid that he would be a burden to others. In reality, he was not going because Roland had frozen him out of his circle. He could understand the this meant he would not be looked out for in the war. It was even likely that he would be killed by his brother or his men.

Benjamin was now paranoid, he no longer wished to be Roland’s shadow. He also had other plans, Emmah had come into the knowledge of the whereabouts of the last shard of the Eclipsion sword. While Roland was gone, he planned to take some men and retrieve that shard.

The sword would be united and Emmah could be the first mage to wield it. They could take a small army and attack the empire of Medoris. If the stories and songs about the sword were true, one strike was all it would take to bring the emperor and his army to their knees.

In the absence of his brother, he could make a bigger contribution and become the next crown prince. Perhaps, he could even convince his father to surrender the throne. He and Emmah would be the first emperor and empress of the empire of Eldoria.

If the king was unwilling, he and Emmah could also rule Medoris independently, after all they would have been the ones to conquer it. If he could have his own empire, he had no need to beg for scraps from his father anymore.

Benjamin had a well laid out plan that brought a smile to his lips as he watched his brother Roland telling those that would be left behind to ensure that the dwarves of Duskridge wrote and sung heroic songs about him if he fell in battle...

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Sigrid couldn’t sleep.

It was one of those nights where even counting sheep felt more like the blasting of a loud speaker with chipmunks rapping or singing disco songs. It was too noisy in her head, so she lay in bed and stared at the ceiling while wiggling her toes.

She listened to the sound of snow hitting the window, Void purring softly on cat bed. Sunny snoring loudly on his dog bed in front of the fire place. The dog let out a fart and Sigrid groaned.

Of all the dogs she could have got, she just happened to get a lactose intolerant one which couldn’t stay away from milk.

She cleaned the air using magic and sighed. Maybe it was time to invent a magical device that cleared the air every after Sunny passed gas. Sigrid shut her eyes and willed herself to sleep.

An hour later, she opened them and slapped the pillow. Nothing was working, not even magically ordering her brain to shut down.

She decided to check on the newest updates of the novel. Reading them only made her even more awake. Mirena was dead, her body was in her house and it had not yet been discovered. According to the new plot, it would not be discovered until winter ended which was in a months time.

Before dying, Mirena had realized that she was imprisoned in the village where she was living. Every time she tried to leave, she was attacked in one form or the other. She had seen familiar faces of strangers that always seemed to be watching her.

Frustrated, she had penned a letter to Emmah and slipped into the belongings of a neighbor that was coming to the capital to visit her son. She waited for the neighbor to return or news. There had been no news for a month and the neighbor returned with no message for Mirena. She had brought a lot of sugar and other pastries which she distributed to some of her neighbors, Mirena inclusive.

So, Mirena decided to end her life.

The lucky halo it seemed had pulled a miracle out of its ass because on the day Mirena died, a maid from prince Benjamin’s estate was out to buy tea leaves and sugar. When she was in the shop, her fat fell to the ground. As she was picking it, she noticed an envelope hiding beneath a counter. When she pulled it out, she saw Emmah’s names written on it. The address was Emmah’s shop which was currently closed.

The maid took the letter back to the estate and handed it to Emmah.

"It looks like she is about to change her last name to Fairfax." Sigrid mused.

Emmah did not know the current financial state of the Fairfax’s. They were suffering under the continuous assault of the Shadowmere’s. Her desperation to be a noble was going to drive her straight into their arms.

Sigrid could already tell what Emmah was going to do. She was going to stage some kind of accident and save the life of Lord Derrick Fairfax. She would either show him the letter accidentally or arrange for someone to publicly mention the resemblance between the two and talk about Mirena.

Under public scrutiny, Lord Fairfax would take her home and she would finally become a true noble lady of a great family. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Sigrid rose out of bed, turned on the lights and sat at her desk to pen a letter.

To Lady Jane Fairfax,

You may not know me but I know who you are. Most importantly, I know who your husband is and what he has done.

You see, I used to be a servant at the Thorin estate twenty six years ago and I will forever recall what I witnessed in my time there. Once upon a time, your husband used to sneak into the estate, disguised as shop keeper.

This was because he was having an affair with Duchess Mila’s personal maid, a wench named Mirena. They did not just sneak around and do vile things in the stables on the estate, they did it in your house as well. On your bed....