The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 237: A hero, again!

This time, the hall erupted into applause. The clapping was not deafening, not overwhelming, but it carried something stronger—trust. For the first time, Roland felt confident in himself as the next ruler of Eldoria. The great shadow that had loomed over him his whole life was gone.

Cold air seeped in through the windows but Roland felt warmth. For him, the sun could as well have bee shining.

The press conference was ended and an interaction between him and the nobles ensued. He stepped down from his princely throne and mingled among them, shaking their hands and accepting their sympathies.

Sigrid did the same thing, she moved along with Mauve, Brolin and Cosmos. Their eyes were focused and ears sharp, catching everything that was said to them.

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Out in the streets, the citizens comforted each other, there were no more victory songs sung however, there was not much to celebrate when the royal family was grieving.....the empire was grieving.

So, some people went back to their jobs, others decided to visit the nearest bars or taverns for a drink. Others decided to get something delicious to eat, good food was a source of strength.

On everyone’s tongue was the subject of the king’s illness, whether he would live or recover was a subject of interest for them all. What they knew for certain was that the crown prince was now in charge and Eldoria was going to change.

Standing at around the corner next to an alley on the street, one woman was nervously rubbing her hands together. Her eyes were focused on the doors of Little Thorin, occasionally, they darted from left to right, observing the street. She was patiently waiting for someone to appear and for her, the affairs of the royal family were of no interest to her at the moment.

A clock in the distance chimed and Emmah looked at the watch around her wrist. It was coming to the lunch hour, Lord Derrick Fairfax was planning to have his lunch at Little Thorin. He was a stickler for time, Emmah was sure he would not be no more than five minutes away.

She waved her hand out, sending a signal to a horseman that was idly pacing on the street not so far way. He had a small pipe between his fingers, smoking Frostbreath mist, a lavender hued smoke used by many people that worked outdoors in winter for it increased warmth in the body.

The horseman put away his pipe and readied himself, taking the reigns of his horses. He turned his head back and said something to someone inside the carriage.

Right on cue, the carriage of Lord Derrick Fairfax appeared down the street. It pulled into the alley and went around the back to the lot where the stables parked.

Lord Derrick Fairfax came out of the alley forty seconds later, walking with a cane and holding a folded newspaper in his hand.

The horse man set the horses in motion, rushing in the direction of Lord Fairfax.

"Out of the way, out of the way!" he shouted loudly.

He tried to pull back the horses but they just kept galloping and neighing furiously. People jumped out of the way, others tumbled and fell over, screams of chaos rocked the air.

At that exact moment, a child run into the street, chasing after a ball. His mother let out a high pitch sorrowful yell and she screamed for help at the top of her lungs and called her son back.

By the time Lord Fairfax noticed all the chaos, the mad horses were a hair’s breath away from him and young boy. His heart fell and his feet froze, he could only await death.

But then, a miracle happened. Out of nowhere, a young woman stopped the horses using magic, and she threw herself on top of him. At the same time, she pulled the hand of the young boy, yanking him out of the way.

Relief washed over everyone that saw it happen, the mother of the boy fell to her knees, trembling. Lord Fairfax opened his eyes, his head hurt because it had hit the ground when he fell. However, he was alive which made him feel grateful.

The horse man leaped off the carriage and approached Emmah and Lord Derrick.

"Are you alright? I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened to the horses, something must have spooked them." He explained frantically, trying to help Emmah up at the same time. "Do you need to take you to the hospital?"

Emmah shook her head, indicating that she had no need for a hospital but at the same time, she coughed and blood spilled from the side of her mouth.

Lord Derrick Fairfax got to his feet as well and he looked at Emmah with worried eyes. He recognized her as the young woman that had saved the crown prince. She had also made the list of top ten beauties of Eldoria on the day of the Blanche Ye’s tea party, coming in at number six.

Of course, it did not circulate as much as it should have after the tragedy that happened at the tea party.

The little boy’s mother approached them as did a few other good samaritans. They repeated the same questions, asking about the welfare of the parties involved in the collision.

"I am okay." Emmah assured everyone.

Whispers of ’mage,’ journeyed through the small crowd. Those that recognized Lord Derrick fussed over him.

"Thank you so much for saving my son." The mother of the little boy said to Emmah. She already had her son in her arms and he was carrying his red ball, smiling adorably. He had already forgotten the tragedy in which he had almost died.

"You are a hero, I don’t know what I would have done if my Austin died." The mother of the boy said between sobs.

"Anybody would have done what I did." Emmah replied, feigning humility.

A middle aged woman that came out of the carriage in the mean time made her way through the crowd and approached them. "Emmah," she said at the top of her voice. "Goodness me! Is that you?" She pushed the mother aside and put her hands on Emmah’s shoulders. "I recognize you. You are Mirena’s daughter, duchess Mila’s former personal maid. I am Wanda, I used to work on the Thorin estate too, don’t you remember me?"

She looked at Lord Fairfax, her eyes widened and she gasped. "You...you..." She stammered and then blurted out, "You found your father!"

The noisy crowd suddenly found a good reason to close their mouths and sharpen their ears.