The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 267: Between a wife and a sister.

As soon as Roland told her that she was bleeding, Sigrid passed out. She fell back into his arms and he rushed her into the house.

"Doctor, bring the doctor." He bellowed an order.

The white and red knights, not wanting to endanger the life of the crown princess, commandeered the doctor that had been invited to help Deanne through her labor. For the Thorin’s a challenge was presented. On one hand, they had a daughter-in-law, a wife, a sister-in-law who was suffering through the pangs of labor.

On the other hand, they had a daughter and sister, bleeding for an unknown reason. Nathaniel held onto the arm of the doctor as he was pulled away.

"What about my wife?" he asked.

The red knights tugged on the arm of the doctor, forcing Nathaniel to let go. They hated to be the ones to tell him that when it came to priority, Sigrid trumped Deanne.

"What are we to do?" Duchess Mila whispered. Her heart was beating frantically.

She was afraid for both Sigrid and Deanne but a choice had to be made. If they held onto the doctor and Sigrid died or incurred a major illness that was irrecoverable, the crown prince would not forgive them. If Sigrid died, none of them would live to see another day.

But if Deanne or her child died, Nathaniel would blame them. He would never forgive Roland and Sigrid for the rest of his life.

"Bring the doctor now." Roland bellowed. His anger which was packed with a force of magic shook the house. He had lost one child, he was not about to lose another.

"Let the doctor go Nathaniel." Duke Thorin ordered. "There are two midwives in with Deanne, they can help her."

Nathaniel closed his eyes and he released the hand of the doctor. Weakness gripped his entire body and he fell to the floor on his knees, tears run down his eyes. Nathaniel Thorin believed in that moment that he had signed the death warrant for his wife.

His grandfather had made the reasonable choice for the family but what about his wife?

"Hurry, bring another doctor, bring all the doctors you can get." Duchess Mila ordered the footmen.

She took her phone from her personal maid and started making phone calls and her first call was to The Lord mage.

His grandfather was on his way to check on Sigrid’s condition and he was also making calls. Suddenly, Nathaniel wondered what he was doing. There were many other doctors in the capital, while everyone else was trying to save the life of his wife and child, he was feeling sorry for himself. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

For a moment there, he had even felt a surge of anger and thought it was unfair that Roland got to take the doctor away just because he was the crown prince. But, if Sigrid had not rushed to help Deanne and brought her back, risking her own life it seemed. Would Deanne even be alive right now?

He got off his knees and called Elowin, asking him to ask the female mages for help. He did not leave it at that, he had created an account on a platform called Mitter where Eldorians shared their lives. He made a post on the platform.

Experienced midwife needed at the Thorin estate immediately. Mages preferred. Reward one hundred gold for successful delivery of my child and saving my wifes life.

Mitter was basically twitter. Sigrid had changed just one letter when she bought a finished magic version of the app from the bank.

Inside the bedroom, Deanne lay drenched in sweat, her body wracked with pain. Despite the elixir which Sigrid had given her, she was bleeding a little too much which was beyond the expectations of the midwives.

"Nathaniel...Nathaniel...Nathaniel, please....." Deanne cried.

Nathaniel was right outside the door and when he heard the pleas of his wife, he burst into the room against all protests. The sight of the blood soaking the white sheets shocked, him. Still, he walked towards the head of the bed and took Deanne’s hands.

"I am here...I am right here." He assured her.

Deanne broke into sobs. "I am going to die Nathaniel, I am in so much pain." She clutched her husband’s hands, feeling helpless.

"You will not die." Duchess Mila entered the room assuring her.

She was followed by maids that were bringing in hot water and more towels. One was carrying a bowl of soup that was made with a ginseng that Lady Iryne had bought from the mage estate, preparing for this very day.

"Summon the phantom midwife." One of the midwives whispered the the duchess, her voice shaking.

There was only one woman that all the midwives know of that could remedy the situation. She was a midwife, yes-but also a mage. She had saved many lives with her abilities. Her existence was a secret among the commoners who loved and feared her. In the past, they did not want anyone to know that they were associated with her. Now that magic in female mages was accepted, her services could be acquired in the open.

However, the phantom midwife’s identity was unknown. She was summoned through a green fire and her price was always high.

"So she is real." The duchess mumbled. "Do it."

The midwife looked at the fire place in the bedroom and ordered the maids to start the fire. Then, she figured it would take too long so she run to the kitchen and tossed black ash into the fire. It turned green instantly.

Impatiently, she went to another fire and did the same thing. In the end, she did this in seven fireplaces in the kitchen, living room and the bedroom where they were at the moment. The more green fires, the faster the phantom midwife made an appearance because more fire meant more urgency.

In response to Nathaniel’s post, outside the estate, more doctors, nurses and anyone with medical knowledge joined the party, screaming their expertise from beyond the gates. One hundred gold was quite the prize and they all wanted it.

Even those without the ability to heal had joined in the mix so now, close to ninety people had gathered, demanding entry. That number was growing with every second that passed.

Red and white knights were holding back the people, brandishing weapons which they were not afraid to use should anyone attempt to force their way in.

The knights could not stop the mages with familiars that could fly. They flew directly over the gates and fell inside. Mauve was one of them and she had brought Sigrid’s maids and Christie Shadowmere.

She had also brought two royal doctors and a nurse. She would have brought more but her moth run out of sitting space.

A second after they arrived, the Lord mage, Elowin and John arrived and the Lord mage rushed into the house.