The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 281: The banquet in Medoris.

Medoris.

The troubles in the large empire were still brewing, the citizens were uneasy. An empire could not be without an

emperor for a day. The regent, Mathe fourth was not a recognized emperor, if he took the throne without

the support of the nobles, war would erupt. It had already started in the East and the North.

The most powerful Viscount in the East Lord Plump Eaglestorn had declared himself the emperor of the eastern

regions and his army was already controlling the eastern boarder.

The former emperor's uncle who had been living quietly in the North, Grand Duke Ridley had also declared

himself king of the North. His knights and soldiers, with the support of the noble families that dwelled there

controlling the boarder which was closest to Nemoris.

If the royal army had not covered the South and West quickly, the nobles there would have bonded together to

take control of those regions already.

As the divine messenger, Akia had appeared on television, calling for a cease fire. She frightened Medorian’s

using the latest expansion of Eldoria and its union with Solandor through marriage. She encourage the strongest

noble houses to send representatives to the capital of Nemoris to meet and vote on a new emperor that

everyone liked.

They even chose a neutral location, the Angel academy of mages in Medoris. This was a sacred ground, nobody

would dare to shed blood wantonly there. This was because the mages were neutral, they served the emperor

that sat on the throne.

If others caused trouble in the capital, they would be dealt with ruthlessly no matter who they were.

So, a banquet was held in the enormous hall of the academy. It was attended by all the noble houses that stood

strong in the empire. To create a beautiful and cheerful environment, Akia had the hall decorated with beautiful

flowers.

She invited dancers, the best that Medoris had to offer. However only beautiful men and women were chosen.

She encouraged maidens of Medoris to attend, suggesting that swould meet their prince charming at the

banquet.

That suggestion was the reason for all the giggles and squeals in the hall as several nobles made their way to

their assigned tables.

Henry Whitaker, the herald was among a few of the former emperor's men that still had his job. He was

announcing the nobles as they made entry. Henry was tired of all the giggling. It had been his assumption that

this was a serious gathering in which politics would be discussed.

Now, it looked more like a debutante ball with hopeful young ladies that had cto look for ideal husbands.

"From the North, Grand Duke Alexander Ridley from the house of Larkhaven."

As his grace Lord Alexander entered the hall, followed by two of his sons and ten of their finest knights, women

squealed. The grand duke was whispered to be the most likely person to sit on the throne. Ideally, even though

he had been cast out of the royal family, he had more royal blood in him than Mathe fourth.

Indeed his entrance irked the regent, Mathe fourth.

"He should not be here." He grumbled to his neighbor, his oldest Jordan Harrington.

The son faked a smile and exchanged a nod with Lord Ethan Ridley, the oldest son of the Grand duke. "We are

prepared for war should he take the throne. As a cast away, he has no right to rule Medoris."

Their discussion was interrupted by the sound of more squeals coming from a table behind them.

"Look Gloria, even Victor Davenport is here, isn’t he handsome. | wish | could have his baby."

"Shh! Grace, do not say such things or someone will overhear you and your reputation will go down a drain."

Mathe fourth gritted his teeth, angry at more people that should not have been invited to the banquet. The

doe eyed husband hunting women and the Davenport's.

Theirs was a powerful noble family with a fleet of ship as strong as that of the Shadowmere’s in Eldoria. They

also owned and lived on large fortress on Shark island. They had a lot of control over Shark lake which separated

the North from the rest of the empire. He had asked them to side with him, take the North and bring down the

Ridley’s but they had turned him down.

Lord Kirk Davenport had said that it was too soon to tell who would be sitting on the throne and he did not want

to place his bet on the wrong man so he was staying neutral.

For Malcom, that answer sounded like a 'no.” Given their proximity to the North, the Davenport's were likely to

side with the Ridley’s.

"From the South, Her grace, Amelia Winslow, Dof Suncrest." The herald announced.

The squeals in the room doubled. Amelia Winslow was a role model for all the women of Medoris. She was the

only daughter of her father but she had defeated her brothers and taken control of her family. She had raised

and trained the first female knights of Medoris, strong fighters that could make men tremble.

When she walked in, she was led by a tiger at the the front and twenty female knights at the back in their

uniforms.

Amelia Winslow walked with the

grace of a noble woman and the

prowess of a panther. She was ike a

storm carved into fish an stéek-tal,

oBWBrflartd unwavering. Her beauty

was unquestionable, sculpted with

fierce amber eyes that had edges of

molten gold around the pupils. Her

hair was always unruly, no matter

how many times she straightened it.

The windswept locks cascaded like midnight silk over her shoulders. It was rumored that those locks could move

o their own, like swords they could cut and like hands, they could strangle.

It was said that her magic had awakened in her hair which is why it was darker that the night and always on the

move.

Men hated Amelia, envied and loved

her. Many had tried to conquer her

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fight and so far, none had done so.

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Mawhispered to his son, that he should try and take down Amelia. With her support they would stand a

stronger chance of taking the throne.

Jordan scoffed at the suggestion. No

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"I have changed my mind Glory, | want to have her babies." The young woman at the table behind Maand

his family said.

"She truly is handsand beautiful at the stime."

"Ahhhh!! Lord Andrew Beckett has come. Quick, tell me, how does my make-up look? If | don’t go hwith his

number tonight, | will shave my hair and move to an abbey."

The young ladies continued to giggle foolishly in a manner that both men found annoying.