The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 231: Desperation of a fake female lead.

Emmah was not having a very good day, it had not been a good week or month either. From the moment she abandoned the Windrider’s, she had been living in hiding, not daring to show her face in public.

While she was hiding out on Benjamin’s estate she had been living like a fugitive. Desperate to hide the news of her presence there, she had kept a low profile. Normally, she moved around the estate like an overlord, barking orders, stepping on servants and firing those that displeased her.

However, since she was in hiding when she went there this time, she had been meek like a baby lamb. Her language was polite, when she met the servants and Benjamin’s foster children she was nice.

It had killed her to behave that way but she had done so because she did not want to draw unnecessary attention to herself. Things became much worse when Prince Benjamin decided to pick a leaf from Prince Firron’s behavior, choosing the most advantageous female to be his first wife.

Emmah had known that there was not much she had to offer anymore since she was no linger a Windrider so she suggested possible brides for him. Being the clever woman that she was, she had suggested women from small noble families. Those that would not be a threat to her position if she ever married Benjamin.

Benjamin however had spoken to his advisors and they all recommended that he court Mauve Rosewood. She thought he would reject them outright but he had done the opposite.

He had accepted the suggestion gracefully and even called Mauve exquisite. Emmah had been eavesdropping on the conversation and she had almost burst through the door to rip off Benjamin’s head. He had said he loved her, how dare he find another woman exquisite!!!

Reality had hit Emmah really harshly, giving her a much needed wake up call. She was not the daughter of a noble, she was not a powerful mage, she was not wealthy. As a transmigrator, she had nothing to show for herself for all the time that she had been in Eldoria.

So, she pondered on all the ways that she could reclaim the glory which she so desperately wanted to claim and her mind turned to the Eclipsion sword. The sword could only be wielded by a mage. The king who was desperately collecting the shards of the word was no mage.

If she could get her hands on it, she could use its power to overthrow the Maximus family and become Empress. She would not stop at conquering Eldoria, she would make her way to Nemoris, Medoris and even cross the ocean and conquer Solandor. The entire continent would be hers as long as she had the sword which was said to split the world in two with one slash.

After coming up with a plan, she roped Benjamin in. He took her to the royal castle and they pulled the king into it. What she did not expect was that after the last shard was acquired, they would be attacked.

She also didn’t anticipate that in order to save her life, the lucky halo on her head chose to force Benjamin to save her rather than the king. This resulted in the king being gravely injured.

Initially, Emmah thought the kings injuries were a stroke of luck, she could heal him and return to Eldoria a hero. Saving the life of the king was more rewarding than saving the life of a crown prince. Unfortunately for Emmah, her lucky halo had been losing strength steadily.

It was like an old rusted engine in an old car on its last life, coughing weakly whenever the car was started. The halo had used up a lot of luck to make Benjamin ignore the trained instinct of every knight to save the king in every situation at all costs and save her instead,

When she needed its power the most, it failed her. Her little magic which had been burning out like a fire in a rainstorm could not even stop the king’s bleeding. A young mage, a boy of only twelve had been the one that stepped up, doing what little he could. He managed to buy the king time to hold on until they returned to the city.

Emmah and Benjamin had been arrested by red knights and then she was thrown out of the royal castle in disgrace. She tried to return to Benjamin’s estate but red knights had already surrounded and blocked it off. Nobody was going in or out.

She went to the house Roland and Sigrid had rented for her after she was thrown out of the Vale by Mrs. Elsworth and found that it had been sold after she accused the Thorin family of hiding gold mines.

She thought about knocking on the gates of the Fairfax gates and declaring who she was but she had a strong feeling that they would not welcome her with open arms. The only way she could go there was if Lord Derrick Fairfax, her father, personally took her back.

For a while, she meandered through the streets with no address in mind. The Windrider houses had all been confiscated. As for her mother; she was not an option. One, she lived in a village far away from the capital city. To move there would mean a life of farming, raising sheep and living like an ordinary commoner.

Emmah had eliminated that thought from her mind immediately. It did not even cross her mind to wonder if her mother was alive and doing well.

She continued to ponder on where else she could go and she thought about the orphanage where the original owner of her body had grown up. It was possible that they could take her in for a while and she would hide there until things calmed down.

But, the conditions there were harsh. The orphanage was funded by the Thorin’s. If the king passed on and his death was blamed on her, the Thorin’s would give her up in a heartbeat. She had not forgotten the words of the knight about the crown princess telling all the royals to keep a distance from her.

She walked for so long, that she reached a point of exhaustion and sat down on the street, next to some beggars that were not afraid of the snow.

One of the male beggars sniffed her hair, she jumped up and run away screaming at the top of her lungs. Her screams drowned in the loud celebrations of the Eldorian’s who were rejoicing because Nemoris had been conquered.