The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 124: Emmah’s sympathies.

Chapter 124: Emmah’s sympathies.

Sigrid on the other hand was new to public executions but she was not as bothered as she imagined she would be. She certainly wasn’t as teary as miss fake heroine, Emmah that was wiping her red eyes non stop.

She was so busy putting on the act that she did not notice the looks of disapproval the prime minister and his wife were giving her. Obviously, they disapproved of her tears, after all, the people being executed were rebels, enemies of the king.

By crying, Emmah looked like a rebel sympathizer and one whisper of such a thing was dangerous. Another reason for their disapproving glares was that their son Lysander had an arm wrapped around Emmah’s shoulders.

His own shoulders were acting as a rest stop for her head, she was wiping away her tears with her handkerchief. The sight was unseemly, especially because they were not related by blood. The prime minister liked Emmah, not enough however to marry her off to his son.

Lysander had to marry a proper noble or titled young lady not an adopted daughter with unknown roots. Gretchen Windrider, the prime minister’s main wife could only glare and blame her husband for this trouble which he had brought home without talking to her first.

Amber Windrider on the hand, the prime minister’s secondary consort was happy, after all, a scandal that harmed Lysander was a win in her books. She was cheering Emmah on from the side.

Even at the execution, there was no lack of drama to whisper about thanks to Emmah. All the noble women had something to say.

"She really doesn’t know her boundaries."

"Who adopts a grown daughter of marriage age when they have grown sons?"

"Did Lord Windrider take home a daughter or a wife for his son?"

The whispers soon reached Sigrid’s ears and she laughed. Even though she and Emmah were both transmigrators from earth, one of the major differences between them was that she was was willing to assimilate into the culture of Eldoria. Emmah was a snob, she wanted Eldoria to assimilate to her.

She was preaching equality, freedom of this and that, behaving as she wished. Even her gowns had changed, some were ankle length, showing more cleavage than necessary. One of her skirts recently exposed her mid-riff.

In many circles, she was being called shameless but she was deaf to it and a few impressionable young women from small noble families were beginning to copy her.

Sigrid could not wait to see the consequences of these actions.

The bells on the city wall started to toll, signalling the start of the proceedings. A hush fell over the crowd, all eyes were fixed on the platform. No words were said, the rebels did not even plead for their lives. Swords swung downwards a dozen heads fell at the same time.

Even though many people were familiar with the scene, they still gasped in shock. Sigrid originally thought she would not react but she closed her eyes when those swords swung down.

The beheaded bodies were removed while blood was spurting from the open necks and new rebels were brought forward and the procedure repeated.

The arch duke Karlton was the last to be beheaded, he was made to witness the deaths of his sons and grandsons. He watched with red eyes as his friends that supported his cause were killed, one after the other.

As the sword came down on his neck, Sigrid turned her head to the left and looked at her grandparents. In the novel, this was their fate. By coincidence, as she looked their way, they looked hers as well.

They all acknowledged that one enemy was gone, there were more to send to a similar fate or they would be the ones on that platform.

Duke Thorin nodded once and Sigrid nodded back.

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After watching the beheading Sigrid and Roland did not stick around to socialize or whisper about it. The town square smelled like blood, and that blood was flowing down trenches as it was washed away by the city cleaning crew.

They went to her famous restaurant, the first branch of Little Thorin. She had never brought Roland there before. It was a full house when they arrived, when the head chef Edmund saw them coming in, he abandoned the customers that he was talking to and rushed to them.

In an intimate way, he grabbed Sigrid’s arm and smiled, which irritated Roland a little as Edmund was big man. A big good looking man that had no business smiling at his wife as she was his personal sun.

He cleared his throat and looked at the hands that were yet to release his wife. Edmund noticed and he took his hands back. Sigrid just rolled her eyes.

"He doesn’t like me, he just loves cooking so every time he sees me, he sees a walking, talking recipe book."

Edmund nodded eagerly, his interest in Sigrid only extended to the knowledge about food in her head. Outside of that, he knew better than to go near her because she was unpredictable.

"Let’s go up to my private box." she told Roland.

They walked through a narrow corridor, ignoring the stares and whispers of the diners, making their way to the next floor where private rooms were availed for a steep fee to those that wanted to dine away from others.

Information traveled quickly in the restaurant, they met the manager miss May in the room. She was with a group of two female waitresses, wiping the chairs and tables. The windows had been opened and Sigrid’s favorite wine was already sitting on a long, polished mahogany table.

It was set with fine china, gleaming silverware and crystal glassware. The centerpiece which was fresh flowers had just been arranged, so there was a subtle scent of jasmine in the air.

A small, sideboard by the wall held an array of fine wines and spirits, some of which Roland had never seen.

More astounding to him were the beautiful crystal chandeliers hanging high from the ceiling, they were more beautiful than those in the royal castle.

"You have your own room in your restaurant, a room that is much finer that the royal dining room. Wow!" Roland gasped.

She nodded. It was more than a private room, behind the sofa leaning against the wall was another room which served as her secret office.

"Welcome your graces." The waitresses and manager greeted.

They looked nervous and it was because they had met Sigrid before, but Roland was new to them.

"Will you be dining here?" Miss May asked.

Sigrid nodded. "My husband will be paying so bring us some expensive food, give us the luxury menu."

Roland’s little smile was replaced with exasperation. "You are charging me!"

"Of course, you are here as a customer." she shamelessly smiled.

Her eyes gleamed with happiness at the thought of all the money he was going to pour into her pockets. It was not just the two of them, his knights and hers were also going to eat from another private room.

He folded his arms across his chest. "My love, have you forgotten that I am a co-owner?"

Her head shot up and she growled. "Dammit!" She looked at Lanai and Lama, then Brolin and Cosmos. "Who spilled?"

She had borrowed his name as a co-owner for safety reasons, not because she actually needed him as a partner in the business. Would he demand for dividends next?