The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

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Sigrid regarded the princess slowly as she wondered what the woman wanted with or from her. Nobody in the

royal family was what they seemed.

The king had four siblings that were still alive, the others had died in childhood, or met their death at Raff's hand

in the struggle for the throne.

After he took the throne, he had all of his sisters and brothers that were still alive removed from the capital. They

were practically imprisoned in castles in other cities far apart from each other.

They were also forbidden from ever stepping foot out of those cities, the result of attempting to do so was death.

Only their dead bodies would ever be allowed to enter the capital to be buried in the royal tombs.

Romilda however was the only one of king Raff's siblings that was allowed to live in the capital. She visited the

royal castle frequently and her relationship with the king was very strong.

"I am nobody's opponent." Sigrid answered casually. "I am just a crown princess that is doing her best to

navigate the complicated twists of being royalty."

Princess Romilda raised the crystal glass to her lips and and took a sip of wine, a soft smile was playing at the

edges of said lips when she put it down. "Complicated you say, might you care to share sof those

complications with me?" she replied, her tone layered, each word chosen with deliberate care.

Sigrid shrugged, her expression one of innocence. "You are royalty princess Romilda, you have been here far

longer than | have. | am sure that you understand better than me."

"You are quite the good speaker, every tyou open your mouth someone almost loses a head." Romilda tilted

her head slightly, her eyes were filled with curiosity as she looked at Sigrid.

"And yet nobody has lost a head so far, | guess | am not that great at speaking, not like sothers. With a few

tears, red knights can be commanded to take the life of a crown princess. There is nothing wrong with self

preservation, unless you think it's wrong. Do you?" Sigrid replied, equally curious.

"Of course not, but one must tread carefully," Romilda replied, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I

prefer to be strategic because it always leads to remarkable outcomes. You seem to prefer the direct method of

grabbing the bull by the horn.

My dear, in a family where every smile can be a snare, and favor a gambit, it is often best to look out for no one

but you, not even the man whose head lays next to yours on the bed on occasion.

Hell, sometimes, not even the child you give birth to. You find in due tthat is often the subtleties that wield

the greatest power."

Sigrid’s mouth stretched into a large smile as she nodded continuously. "Ah, subtleties, | see however | make no

promises, the battles we fight are different. One cannot always rely on subtleties to get results."

Romilda raised an eyebrow, her gaze locking onto Sigrid with an amused smile on her face. "Indeed, different

battles and yet we all want the sresult. | look forward to further discussions___perhaps in a more private

setting where we might speak more freely. | have been angling for a visit to The Vale for quite sometime, | have

heard that the environment there is suitable for one that seeks serenity."

Sigrid stood up and curtsied, "I will send you and invitation within a week."

"Until then, you should watch your back." Romilda said.

As Romilda retreated to the main table where the king was sitting Sigrid couldn’t help digging into their

conversation. Princess Romilda was basically warning her to be careful, that her displays of power or strength

would not necessarily buy for her influence in the court.

Her words were also telling her not to trust a soul in the royal family, not the king, queen, Roland or even a child

that she would give birth to.

At the end of the conversation, she insinuated that they have similar interests, however, the irony was Romilda

herself was royalty. If she was telling Sigrid not to trust other royals, then what about her?

Someone else slid into the chair Romilda had been occupying, it was a young woman with sparkling blue eyes,

wavy chestnut hair and slightly chubby cheeks.

"Hmph, crown princess you should watch your back with that one, there is a reason why they call her the spider.

Not everyone calls her that, only my father and out of the hearing of other nobles." She gasped and covered her

mouth.

Sigrid looked to the side and laughed, as expected of the ever bubbly Mauve Rosewood. She was often found of

saying what was on her mind, which most people found annoying and embarrassing but not Sigrid, she found it

charming and refreshing.

In a society were everyone was double faced, meeting a young woman that acted her age and was free of

schemes was nice.

She had bumped into the woman twice, and always spared a response to her greetings.

"Forgive me, my tongue moved faster than my head, mama says that | should think things through before

blurting them out but | never remember it. It is why | just landed myself in trouble, | just told Cathy Evergreen

that she had toilet wipes stuck to the bottom of her dress. She fainted and my mama and hers glared atso |

am hiding out here." Mauve said, chattering on and on nonstop.

Sigrid guffawed and she laughed even louder than before, she stopped herself quickly as there was still

something on her mind, the first words Mauve had said. It seemed her back was quite popular today as it was

the second tshe had been advised to watch it.

"TellMauve, why does your father call princess Romilda a spider?"

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She pulled her upper lips back and made a disgusted face, "Have you ever seen Lord Neville eating?"

Sigrid shook her head. "I do not believe that | have."

"You should thank the lord then because is the loudest eater | have ever met, he munches loudly like a squirrel."

Mauve said.

She put her hands to her mouth and made nibbling gestures and munching sounds which made Sigrid burst into

laughter that made more than a few people curious and most annoyed.

Sigrid was like the annoying person in the theater than answered a phone call when everyone was attentively

watching a movie.

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