The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 350: The beauty of a queen.

After Cosmos left, Sigrid was invited to the royal throne room by a red knight. Guests had arrived.

"They are here." She muttered. Turning to the red knight, she said, "I am going to take a bath first and change.

Go and tell my husband that | will be in need of a moment."

Akia and Anita were finally in the royal castle. They had undoubtedly cdressed in sof their finest

clothing to show off their beauty. She could not fall behind.

She was given a bath by her maids, using only fairy dew water. Her body was rubbed with rose oil, she was

dressed in a beautiful formal green satin gown which matched her eyes. Her crown was placed on her head and

she finally left her chambers.

When she elegantly strode into the throne room, people sighed at her beauty. Their nostrils twitched at her

scent. Their eyes followed her every step, all the way until she reached the throne, taking her rightful place

beside Roland.

Akia whispered to her sister, "You were right, this bitch is going to be a problem."

Akia was used to being the most beautiful woman, the only one that could make heads turn in the way Sigrid

had done. She was the only one that made people hold their breath and sigh because her beauty and aura were

unmatched.

The only other people that were comparable to her were Anita, her sister, and this was because of her magical

hypnotic effect and DAmelia. In Amelia’s case it was because she was a powerful woman who walked

around with a very big tiger.

"Should | take off my mask?" Anita asked her.

Akia shook her head slowly. "Not yet."

They needed to assess the situation first, to study and observe the relationship between the Crown prince and

princess. If it was neutral or cold, it would be easy to get between them and then use Roland for their purposes.

If it was a peaceful, beautiful romantic relationship, they needed to use other means.

Roland placed his hand over Sigrid’s on the armrest which connected their thrones. She looked at him and smiled

sweetly. He smiled back at her, his eyes filled with dotting and affection. The two seemed to forget that the

throne room did not have just the two of them.

Roland's advisors, Sigrid’s ladies-in-waiting, reporters whose duty it was to connect the royal family with outside

media and the unexpected guests were all there and they were watching them.

"You look splendid." Roland paid Sigrid a compliment.

"Was it worth the wait?" She asked.

Roland raised her hand and brushed his fingers against the back. "You are always worth the wait, my love."

Who cared about the fact that she had kept everyone waiting for forty minutes? She was his wife, the future

empress and she could do anything she wanted. And, given how beautiful she looked right now, he was happy

that she had taken her time.

Everyone had been moon eyed and sighing over Medoris’s divine messenger. Had they forgotten that Eldoria had

Sigrid? Even ten Akia’s put together paled when Sigrid appeared.

"Wh did you bring Sunny with you?" He tilted his head a little and looked at the dog that was resting at the foot

of the throne, next to his wife's feet.

The two had made quite the appearance. Her in the gorgeous green gown and Sunny in the green cloak acting

civilized.

"He insisted on following me." She laughed. "I think my mother knighting and naming him Sir Sunny has got to

his head. He thinks that he is my four legged royal protector now."

Roland laughed and he kissed the back of her hand again.

Someone in the hall whispered, "She is truly the most envied woman in Eldoria. Just look at how besotted the

Crown prince is with her."

"I heard that he bought every precious pink pearl sold in the city, just to make a pink pearl crown for her. It is

said that she will debut it at her mother’s ball in a month's time."

"I hear he plans all of their dates and they play together in the gardens, chasing each other around."

"But can he be blamed for loving her, she is a good wife. Even when he works late, she tends to him, providing

refreshments, reading through official documents. She even sleeps on the chair in the royal study, despite

having a comfortable big bed."

"Between the crown princess and the queen consort, | don’t know who is more devoted to their husband? The

Crown prince and the king are both lucky men."

"Goodness, her beauty is blinding! She is deserving of the top spot as Eldoria’s most beautiful woman. No

wonder he loves her so much. If | had a wife that beautiful, | would have an army of knights surrounding her all

he time."

Akia clenched her jaw as her sharp ears picked up all the whispers. She had her answer, it was a loving, happy,

romantic relationship. Convincing Roland Maximus to take a secondary consort would not be easy.

The doors were flung open and the Lord mage entered with the queen consort and Duke Thorin. They were the

last to arrive and then the herald called for silence.

Roland faced the people and spoke to them. "I invited you all here because we have sunexpected guests.

The divine messenger of Medoris, accompanied by her sister. Everyone here is well acquainted with the hostile

relationship between our two empires. For that reason, | want as many eyes and ears on us to prevent false

assumptions and accusations being made by people in case this visit results in disastrous consequences."

The message was clear to those that understood. Roland was suspicious about the visit of the divine messenger.

He did not want to be alone with her to avoid trouble. If she was killed or harmed, he did not want fingers to be

pointed at the royal family. Himself, particularly.

He also did not want to be accused of inappropriate behavior or suggestions. So, everyone was there to act as

chaperones for him.

In other words, there would be no scandalous secret kisses at his ball.

"Lady Akia and Lady Anita," he said their names, looking at them both. "What brings you to Eldoria and more

importantly what brings you to my royal castle?"

Akia walked forward without falter, getting ahead of her sister. Her voice rose like a was-horn at dawn, clear and

undeniable. "Your highness, Crown prince Roland Maximus. We chere today in peace and with the hope that

on this day, the fate of our two empires will be tied together in union."

Whispers and murmurs were quick to rise. The Medorian messenger had con a peace mission. What did it

mean? Would Medoris be surrendering to Eldoria?