The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 103: The universe hates villains.

Chapter 103: The universe hates villains.

As a new day arrived and the hours drew close to the elimination of the Silberuss family, Sigrid felt more and more uneasy. She had her eyes peeled on the streets as her carriage carried her off to the townhouse which Roland had given her as a gift.

Everything appeared to be normal, the city dwellers were unbothered, just happily getting on with their lives unaware that the streets would be dyed red the following day. To Sigrid, everything was off. the air was thick with an eerie stillness, as if the very atmosphere was holding its breath in anticipation of the impending doom.

The sun was dull, absent of the warm and comforting rays, it was because the season would soon change but Sigrid’s mind attributed it to an ominous air. Even the shadows of the people on the cobblestone streets appeared to be longer and chilling.

She looked at a family of three, a little girl was jumping care freely as she walked between her parents. Her father was holding one of her hands, in the other she had a maple leafed sugar candy. Would this little girl still be smiling like this, come tomorrow? She asked herself.

By the time the carriage pulled to a stop behind the walls of the townhouse, her mind had traveled to many places. When she stepped out of it, assisted by her maids, she noticed three unmarked carriages and realized that she was the last Thorin to arrive at the house which would be used as the headquarters of their scheming.

The townhouse was beautiful, a large family sized house that boasted of a polished enchanted stone walls that shimmered subtly in the daylight. That alone spoke volumes to what it had cost Roland to acquire, houses like this did not come cheap and they were rarely sold.

Tall, arched windows adorned with intricate stained glass, depicting scenes of mythical creatures rumored to live in the Mystwood Grove forest. Maple leaves on long vines imbued with a touch of magic gracefully climbed the walls, when one gave the illusion of falling, another grew back.

"Welcome mistress," a distinguished gentleman with salt and pepper hair stepped in Sigrid’s path.

She glanced at him and then at Brolin who explained who the man was immediately.

"His is Alistair Warwick, the butler sent by the organization."

This was their new way of referring to the enchanting parlor as they could not call it the brothel publicly.

Sigrid then looked at the man again, he was short in stature but his presence was commanding, he wore a tailored black tailcoat and white gloves. His aura was elegant and refined, he was comparable to any of he many royal butlers.

"Do you have any talent?" she asked him.

Alistair held his hand out and a few leaves and stones levitated. "Unfortunately, there is not much else I can do, my size made me unfit to be a sword mage and my magic is not strong enough. I left the mage estate five years ago and the organization took me in. Now, I serve you mistress." He fell to one knee and bowed his head.

Sigrid recognized Alistair Warwick by his name, he was Emmah’s loyal butler that came into her service after the enchanting parlor was eliminated by Emmah and Rina.

As she was now the big boss of the brothel, he worked for her, as for his declaration of loyalty, that was left to see.

"System, check his loyalty."

"50%" It answered, the screen remained blank as if she did not even need to check. "I recommend that you help him increase his magic and make him eternally grateful."

As she knew what to do about him, Sigrid gestured for him to stand.

"Serve me well and you will be rewarded." She touched his shoulder and patted it twice.

Alistair felt a surge of energy enter his body, it was similar to the feeling of warmth he experienced when his magic was awakened as a boy. At the moment, he could not dwell on it as Sigrid was already walking towards the heavy oak doors of the house.

The doors were opened by two knights and Sigrid entered, she was led to the drawing room immediately where she found her close family and three cousins.

However, that was not the only company available, there were two strangers that were not part of the family and yet not Thorin’s. It was a man and woman, they were dressed in attires suited for nobles.

As her cloak was taken by Lanai, Sigrid did not peel her eyes from them. She did not want strangers here, only people from the organization and her close family.

"Your highness, you are finally here." Duchess Mirena approached Sigrid and hugged her. She kissed her on the cheek and Sigrid retaliated.

A similar greeting followed with her mother, grandfather, father and sister-in-law. Her three male cousins opted to bow politely.

As she sat down near the fire place, her brother John strolled into the room and he bowed. "Good morning your highness."

She scoffed, "Not Siggy."

John laughed and he moved towards the strangers, sitting down beside the woman. She had striking, fox-like features: sharp, intelligent eyes and an allure capable of captivating everyone around her. Her shiny thick black hair cascaded in waves, catching the light and adding to her charming look.

Sigrid could sense danger emanating from the woman, she looked sly and sly women were never good. She had worked hard to keep John from falling for Emmah only for another foxy woman to step in.

Indeed the universe hated villains and went out of it’s way to plot their downfall. The Thorin’s in the novel were a villainous family, no surprise their path to survival would be littered with thorns.

"Who are you?" she asked, sternness in her voice. "You have seen the crown princess of Eldoria and yet you neither courtesy nor bow." She got her fan and started playing with it, moving it from side to side. "You are in my house and yet you pay me no respect, give me one good reason why you two should be allowed to keep your heads."

The air thickened with tension pretty quickly as Sigrid kept her focus on the cunning woman that was spelled nothing but trouble. From the way her body was leaning towards John, she could guess the kind of relationship the two had.

John stood up rather quickly as did the two strangers, the woman put a hand on John’s arm, clinging to him as her eyes darted between Sigrid and the rest of the Thorin’s.

"Sister, please do not be offended, I was the one that instructed them not to talk to you until I had explained their identities to you first." John explained.

"John," Sigrid’s slightly elevated voice rang clear, "You are my beloved brother so you get a pass but outside of no less than ten people in the kingdom, everyone else must curtsy or bow when they see me. It doesn’t matter what instructions you have given to them, the laws of our land must be respected. Do I need to articulate what should be done when one sees as crown princess?"

Her voice was commanding as she snarled, even her parents wondered for a second if they had shown any disrespect.