The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 240: Romilda’s hidden desires.

Lord Derrick Fairfax paused thirty minutes and took a sip of water. "There will be no more whore like behavior for you. All those dresses that show your body, get rid of them. You will have to learn the arts that noble ladies study, like flower arrangements and the sort.

You got into a fight with my wife which ended in her humiliation. I hope you are aware that she will be your mother going forward. The first you are to do when I take you back is fall on your knees and apologize.

Your life will be much easier if she is willing to train you and introduce you into society again as a Fairfax."

Emmah forced herself to gulp down a piece of meat that she had hardly chewed. The thought of meeting Lady Jane Fairfax made her stomach turn. If she had any other option, she really wouldn’t go back to the Fairfax family.

In her mind, she cursed the Windrider’s. It was their fault that she was where she was now. If they had not hidden mines and lost their noble title, she would still be the beloved pampered daughter of the prime minister with a bright future.

She sat through the rest of the meal, enduring all of Lord Fairfax’s male chauvinism.

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When night fell, Sigrid cast a spell over all the occupants inside the royal castle and sneaked out of bed. She made her way to the king’s war room to find the shards of the Eclipsion sword.

When she entered the secret room, she realized that she was not alone. Princess Romilda was already there, she was standing over the table with the map of Eldoria. Her hands were trailing over the shards of the Eclipsion sword.

The look in her eyes was sheer greed, a desire to posses the sword reflected in them like molten gold, hunger flickering in their depths.

"You are not who I expected to see." Sigrid spoke, startling the princess.

Princess Romilda jumped up, squealed and then calmed herself when she realized that it was just Sigrid. Her predatory eyes fixated on the crown princess. "What are you doing in here? This is not a place where you should be." fгeewebnovёl.com

Sigrid let a breathy chuckle, "I think you are the one that is in the wrong place princess, after all, you are only allowed in here with the king. Without his invitation you are trespassing."

A glimmer of impatience shimmered in Romilda’s eyes. In them Sigrid noticed a ferociousness which had been hidden before but now eager to escape and make its mark.

"Do not be greedy for what is not yours." Sigrid warned her. "I can see the little wheels turning in your head. You are thinking to yourself that the king is down, it is unknown whether he will open his eyes soon or never. In the midst of this confusion, it is not unthinkable that some royal relatives might get the idea that they are better suited for the throne than Roland." Slowly, Sigrid started to walk approaching the table, moving towards Romilda.

Romilda too started to walk and they found themselves going around the table in a circle like two predatory lions circling each other before a fight.

Sigrid continued on with her loud thoughts meanwhile, "Like a certain princess, born with more wisdom than all of her brothers, more cunning than any spy and thirstier to expand the kingdom than any red knight. Had she been born a man, maybe she would have been Eldoria’s greatest king. Unfortunately for her, the Eldorian throne could never be passed on to a woman. The noble men would rather put a dog on the throne than bow before a queen in a dress. So, what did that princess do?"

"I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?" Romilda asked.

Sigrid suddenly leaped over the table and landed in front of Romilda. Face to face, she wanted to see how the princess would avoid her. Sigrid raised her hand and touched her cheek before lifting Romilda’s face by the chin, forcing the princess to look into her eyes as she continued on.

"That woman decided to wait, she hid in the dark corner and bid her time. The things that nobody saw, she did. Like her youngest brother, poisoning his father’s wine over a period of three years,"

Romilda’s eyes widened and Sigrid smiled like the victorious lion in their exchange. "She watched in silence as her father’s vitality was drained, little by little. By the time it was discovered, it was too late. When all hope seemed lost, she stepped up and talked about a miraculous herb in the medicine valley.

Her oldest brother the crown prince rushed there in the hopes of finding the cure which took him a while. In that time, the king died and two of her brothers joined hands to take the throne forcefully, following her advise.

One brother killed another and another stepped up to join the fight. It was her hope that they would all kill each other and the one that had gone to medicine valley would die.

But, the crown prince returned early and took a De-Kensington bride gaining a larger army so she switched sides secretly and convinced him that she was always on his side. She gave up the strategies of his brothers and together they defeated them. The ones that remained alive were banished from the capital while she stayed back, living secretly as the king’s right hand."

Sigrid suddenly gasped and looked down, her eyes fell on a blade in Romilda’s hand that had been stabbed into her stomach. Unfortunately for princess Romilda, Sigrid was protected by the bank of fate.

Before her mission could be completed, small side characters could not harm her. The blade shattered and fell to the floor in pieces.

"Well that was stupid." Sigrid said.

Romilda’s eyes widened even more. "What...what are you?" She stammered.

"I am a mage you cunt, your silly little blade cannot harm me. I saw it coming before you even acted on it." Sigrid lied.

She opened her mouth and blew smoke into Romilda’s face and immediately, the stunned Romilda fell to the ground.

Sigrid turned to the broken shards and rubbed her hands together. "Finally, I can get your hands on you, the sword that splits the skies and separates the oceans. The things we are going to do together." Her own eyes lit up with a desire packed with a sheer force of yearning.

Just when she was about to reach for it, a hand touched her shoulder, startling her as she had startled Romilda.