The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 117: A funeral or a matchmaking ball?

Chapter 117: A funeral or a matchmaking ball?

The funeral of the former noble consort was held the following day, in the evening. The entire kingdom of Eldoria was in mourning as declared by the kin. All businesses with the exception of those that were food or medical related were closed and would stay that way for two days.

King Raff had made the decision to have a plaque for Rina placed in the chapel. Initially, he wanted her ashes to be buried in the royal tombs but his advisors and those of the queen had been against it.

There was no way to differentiate between Rina’s ashes, those of the rebels and those of the servants. Worse, one known Silberuss had died in the fire, his ashes were in the mix as well. If all the ashes were put in the royal tombs, it would mean a rebel had been buried in the royal tombs.

Not only was it unthinkable, it would give the citizens the wrong idea if they heard about it. Some might see it as a sign that the Silberuss family was not guilty of treason.

With those arguments, the queen got her desire, the whore she hated for many years would be nowhere near her in death. However, the king gave Rina a royal funeral, she was to be buried with the pomp and rituals similar to those of a queen.

He ordered for a funeral procession to march from the gates of the city to the royal chapel. The procession was an elaborate spectacle, with mourning bands draped in the deepest shades of twilight purple and snow white , carrying the jewel encrusted plaque to its final resting place.

As the solemn march reach the heart of the city, a myriad of noble families gathered, their presence a dazzling display of extravagance and ambition. Among them were daughters adorned in vibrant colors that defied the somber occasion-dresses of sunflower yellow, sapphire blue, ruby red, and forest green shimmered in the dim light, Their brilliance a stark contrast to the muted tones of grief.

These young ladies were adorned with extravagant accessories, their hair woven with enchanted gems that sparkled like stars and their faces painted with the finest enchanting powders to enhance and draw out their beauty.

Their appearance made it no secret that the noble families harbored hopes of capturing the attention of king Raff. There were others that hoped to catch the eye of prince Benjamin whose heart remained unclaimed but for mist, the target was the king. The prospect of a new secondary consort loomed tantalizingly on the horizon.

The procession arrived at the royal chapel, the largest church in the kingdom and the burial rites commenced, led by the lord mage and a priest. The air was filled with the melodious strains of the royal musicians, their instruments casting an ethereal spell over the gathered assembly. The lord mage spoke incantations that wove a tapestry of magic, ensuring that the noble consort’s spirit would forever be at peace.

Amidst the prayers, the vibrant daughters of the noble families fluttered like exotic butterflies, their every movement choreographed to draw the King’s gaze. Unfortunately for them, the king did not notice any of them. He stood at the forefront like a blind man, his eyes lingered on the vivid display of Rina’s images before him. His heart was steadfast in its sorrow for the loss of his beloved consort.

Sigrid had never seen so much ridiculousness during a funeral. How many times did these noble women need to trip when they were within walking distance of the king. The knights and lords that kept catching were bound to be exhausted.

She moved her eyes around the chapel and briefly stopped on her family. They were some of the few that were dressed appropriately, in white like it was supposed to be. She waved at them and smiled, they waved back but her grandmother frowned and shook her head. She pointed to her mouth and gestured for Sigrid to stop smiling.

Sigrid nodded and frowned again, feigning sadness over Rina’s death which was hard to do. The queen was maintaining her usual cold face, at no single point had a tear dripped from her eyes which was making people whisper, something that was not unexpected.

Nobody was truly crying, with the exception of Rina’s children and the royal mourners. The royal mourners were servants of the royal family that watched over the royal tombs, ensured they were always clean and that nobody broke in and stole something like a priceless jewel buried with any of former kings or queens.

They had one more job; to cry at a royal funeral. It was probably the most ridiculous job in all of Eldoria to Sigrid.

While she was moving her eyes around, she glanced at Emmah who was looking at her as well. For a brief moment, their eyes clashed in mutual hostility before each looked away.

The same hostility was applied as she looked at the Windrider family, especially Lysander. Sigrid blinked suddenly and her eyes paused for a moment because amongst the Windrider’s was a young woman dressed in white. She had a minor resemblance to Rina, at least twenty five percent especially the eyes and lips.

Even though she was dressed in the appropriate colors, the slight cleavage she was displaying told a different story.

"Huh!" a small squeal escaped Sigrid’s mouth.

She knew a honey trap when she saw one, the Windrider’s had come prepared to weasel their way into the royal family. If that woman caught the king’s eye, they would have the king’s ear. With their power, they would slowly eliminate the other prince’s.

"System, I do not recall anything in the novel about another woman that held a resemblance to Rina. Who is this?"

"Host, in the original novel Rina did not this early so there was no replacement for her. That woman is Miss Florence Windrider, she is the prime minister’s second youngest daughter born from his main wife. According to the new plot, she underwent some facial changes last night, it happened while you were sleeping.

Emmah came up with the idea, she also suggested that the changes be minimal, the eyes and lips which are the most stunning features of a woman."

"Damn it!" Sigrid muttered.

While she was sleeping, her enemy was plotting and she had missed it.

"You should have updated me on this change." she shouted in her mind.

"Host, you did not ask for updates." It replied flatly.

"From now on I want daily hourly updates on any changes, major and minor."

The system started making a list of all the changes while Sigrid kept her eyes on Florence Windrider. Her skin was nice, her looks obviously eye catching and her figure was not bad at all. As long as she was presented before the king a few times, it was not impossible for her to be the next Rina.

The longer she looked at her, the more she felt a sense of crisis in her heart. Florence Windrider had to go___, by go Sigrid meant that she had to be killed or ruined by being helped into the bed of another man. A man that had no ties to royalty.

As for her, it was time to parade her own Rina before the king.