The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 149: Emmah’s luck starts running out.

At the grand estate of prminister Windrider, a place whose every corner whispered privilege and power

laughter and happiness was the thof the day. Inside the grand hall of the estate, two noble families were

celebrating a union of their children.

The union was not one both families ever planned on but their children being caught in an embrace that was

blasted all over the empire left them with no choice. A wedding had been arranged rather quickly and both

families were hoping to quell the scandal by legitimizing the relationship between their children.

The first part of the wedding which was the taking of vows was over, it had been done in church. Presently, a

reception was taking place at the hof the prminister.

This fact alone caused a lot of frowns because ideally, the reception should have taken place at the hof the

groom, on the estate of the Durin family. The prminister however was a powerful man and he had

overpowered the Durin family, holding the reception at his home.

Chandeliers sparkled, and the scent of roses mingled with the aroma of a lavish feast. The king was expected to

arrive later which was a great reason behind all the extravagance and lavishness. The Windrider’'s were walking

around with proud smiles on their faces. The bride was resplendent in a silk wedding dress that had been

designed by Emmah and sewn overnight.

The groom was dashing in his tailored suit, the couple was the picture of aristocratic perfection as they took their

first dance. Despite the fact that neither bride nor groom liked the other, they had happy smiles on their faces.

Florence was mourning her lost chance at being the king's secondary consort, Jonathan was mourning the loss of

his independence. As an active rake that prowled the city making his way through one woman after the other, he

never planned to settle down until he was forty.

Marriage had found him six years before his preferred timing and for that, he blamed Florence. All he wanted to

was have fun with a woman that looked like the former consort. He had always desired Rina but never got a

chance to touch her because she was the king's woman.

Florence Windrider on the other hand was not royalty and he figured he could fool around with her a little, share

skisses, fondle her breasts and touch her all over. As long as he did not sleep with her, there would be no

trouble. He was no fool, he knew that sleeping with the prminister's daughter was a foolish move and he

was a rake, not a fool.

Until now, he could not explain how he had ended up kissing her at a ball when pictures were being taken!

The orchestra struck up a lively waltz and he started leading her back to their seats while other guests rushed to

the dance floor.

The music suddenly stopped, near the orchestra a sudden commotion erupted. One of the trumpet players, pale

and trembling, burst into a loud scream shouting, "Fire! there is a fire."

Panic rippled through the guests as smoke began to rise in the hall from different corners. Like a herd of

elephants, everyone started to run towards the nearest exist and the men that were quick located the nearest

windows.

They were lucky that the windows were wide and open, so those that escaped started helping others by pulling

them out. The sound of explosions went off, a mixture of sparks, ribbons and confetti filled the hall.

Screams beclouder, in the chaos, Emmah rushed to help Lysander who was trapped near flaming curtains.

She figured that the Windrider’s would forever be grateful to her because while everyone run, she saved the

prminister's oldest son and heir.

As she pulled him to safety, a pot of scalding soup, jostled in the frenzy, tipped over. Emmah cried out as the

boiling soup splashed onto her hands and face, leaving angry red welts. Lysander was freed successfully while

Emmah was screaming and he carried her out, escaping through a window.

Hiding in the smoke, a short mage that had used magic to topple the pot of soup disappeared into the crowd, his

mission successfully completed with a bonus in addition.

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At Stormwind, a fire of a different sort was burning and it was a fire of anger among those that had just finished

watching two episodes of the rise of Lady Blanche.

Sigrid had decided to take the viewing to the ballroom and invited the servants and knights that were not on

duty. Altogether, there were two hundred people in the room and the television screen was large enough to

cover an entire wall. At the moment, snivels and sadness encompassed the room.

The reason for this was because one of the most beloved characters in the sow had just died. Her nwas

Lady Cleo Fletcher, Lady Blanche’s best friend. She was an innocent young lady that had protected Lady Blanche

many times before to the extent of nearly dying three times.

Even when her arranged fiance fell in love with Blanche and ended their engagement, she did not blBlanche

and even encouraged her to marry him because he was a good man.

She was an honorable woman, with a sharp wit and a deep sense of fairness. Her loyalty to Blanche and mission

to keep her best friend away from the path of evil made a beloved character.

Her courage and skill in sword fighting in battle made her a character that was admired by men. She was bravely

pursuing the path of a female knight.

In the episode they had just watched,

Lady Cleo stumbled on Lady Blanche

and her brother ot and tglng

about ney pregranch: dy Blanche

was Sonvincing the crown prince to

kill his father so that their secret

would never be known and their son

that she was carrying would have a

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Lady Cleo had been hiding behind the door, she gasped when she overheard the conversation and despite trying

to escape, she had been captured by Blanche's forces.

Blanche had gone ahead to kidnap her and torture her cruelly. As if that was not enough, to keep her family from

searching for her or looking for answers, she sent magic beasts to their estate, killing all of the Fletcher's.

By the tthe heroine showed up, it

was too late to save the Fletcher

finally. In a finale, Blanche arysliyriold

Cleo abQutihe fat fer family. She

bFelght over mangled parts of their

bodies and when Cleo was wailing,

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It was a tic scene and an

emotional one at the stime. The

viewers were angry an maugging the

loss of elo Cleo and

akedin ed by what happened to her

family, cursing Lady Blanche. Until

the very last moment, they had been

hoping that the heroine Lady

Somerset would rescue Cleo. The

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Shad even assumed that Cleo and Somerset would work together to reveal Blanche’s schemes and take her

down. Nothing could have prepared them for what they had just seen.