The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 131: Reviews for the ball.

Chapter 131: Reviews for the ball.

Sigrid was in a bright mood the following mood, nothing could bring her down. Not Sunny the dog, that was eating out of a plate on the table or Emmah that had decided to play the role in the movie titanic which she was also directing.

The reviews for the ball were in and they could not have been more positive. Better still, her picture was on the front page of the paper, praising her gown and her intelligence for planning the ball of the century.

"Eldoria’s most beautiful crown princess stuns in gold!!"

"Praise for the Bachelor’s Auction Ball that brought in a staggering amount if money."

"A king worth the most precious elixir; Faeloria’s princess shows her love in the most exaggerated way."

"A champagne fight: noble ladies tussling over the best alcohol."

"Caught in the act: A secret love affair between a Thorin and a Givenchy."

"Also caught in the act: Miss Florence Windrider and Lord Richard Durin, son of Viscount Jonathan Durin."

Sigrid’s lips curved upwards when she that headline and the picture of the couple the moment when they were caught. The couple had come together thanks to Sigrid’s arrangements of course, with a little magic in the air.

With the publicizing of the scandal, Florence Windrider would not be marrying the king or Benjamin.

The news had covered everything from the beautiful to the ugly, and even slyly included a picture of the queen walking out while the king twirled the new love of his life around.

"The reviews are amazing, I should throw another ball." Sigrid declared to the great horror of Mrs. Elsworth.

The governess could only imagine what other out of the box idea the crown princess would come up with.

"A magic Mike ball." Sigrid blurted out.

Roland was reading the paper, he folded it and raised his eyebrows. "What in the blazes is that?"

Without thinking Sigrid blurted out exactly what was on her mind. "Half naked men, knights to be specific dancing for the ladies of the ton. A live band, glamorous outfits, kissing booths and...." She stopped when she saw the looks of horror that were being sent her way.

"Your highness , no!" Mrs. Elsworth literally screamed in fright. "Princess, that sounds a ball of sin, a night in a brothel!!!"

Mauve laughed, it was a scandalous idea. True. But, Mrs. Elsworth did not need to make it seem as if Sigrid would open the gates to hell by planning such a ball.

"I am with Mrs. Elsworth." Roland chimed in.

Sigrid smiled and lied through the teeth. "I am kidding."

She was not, and if she could not execute her idea as a ball, she would have turn into a theme night at the enchanting parlor. On second thought, she frowned as she reconsidered the idea because noble women would never step foot in a brothel, not if they could not help it. Sadly, they were her target market.

"Relax everyone, I am not throwing such a ball. Every priest in Eldoria would probably line up outside the Vale with holy water, eager to redeem my soul."

Roland had no more words to contribute and he gave his attention to his dog, watching Sigrid eat with a smile on his face.

"What are your plans for today?" he asked.

"I plan to visit the mage estate, I have an alchemy room there where I do research on magic with Elowin. We are finishing up a major project today, if it is successful we will be able to introduce live television all over the kingdom and finally, people will not have to wait for one episode of lady Blanche daily."

"Live television." he repeated after her, sounding the word out.

"What about you? Are you going for another ride or attending morning court?"

"The king was exhausted after yesterday’s ball, there will be no morning court today. But, the prime minister has been requesting to see him on an urgent matter for over a fortnight now.

I guess he wants to reveal the matter of the Luminite mine in private. If I am not wrong, he will request for knights to be given to him by the king to execute a search at your family estate.

When he finds the evidence he is looking for, he will arrest your entire family and parade them through the city on ropes while escorting them to prison. His goal is to humiliate you."

"I think he will be busy planning a wedding now." She turned the paper and showed him the picture of Florence and Jonathan. "He must be burning with fury right now. I know I would be if my carefully cultivated pawn suddenly became useless."

"If he finds out that you were behind this...." Roland shook his head.

"He won’t. She laughed. "But whether he is aware or not I am quite certain that he blames me anyway, after all, his daughter was ruined at my ball."

Sigrid pushed the plate away, walked to him and kissed his cheek, then excused herself from his company.

"Go with my wife, Mrs. Elsworth." Roland instructed. "Keep her from doing anything that could endanger her physically or morally. I do not trust Miss Mauve to do the job, as you can see my wife is very headstrong and Mauve is already under her thumb."

Mrs. Elsworth did not need to be told twice, she curtsied and hurried out of the room to keep an eye on two of the most reckless women she had ever met.

Roland stood by a window and watched Sigrid’s carriage leaving the Vale. Then he put down the newspaper and the look in his eyes changed. Gone was the warm man and returned was the warrior mage knight.

The doors of the dining room where opened and Sir Samuel brought in a man that had been blindfolded and his hands bound. The man was forced onto his knees with a kick to one of his ankles and then the blindfold was removed.

"This is the thief that was captured last night your highness, one of the knights recognized him. He sneaked into the castle as a server at the ball and remained behind after all the guests and help were gone.

His name is Taylor Gooding, Sir Taylor Gooding, a retired red knight. He is quick on his feet and slippery like a snake, it took ten of us to pin him down."

Roland sat down, sighed and put his sword on the table.

"Why are you in my house?" Roland went straight to the point. "I am not a patient man, I will not hesitate to slice your tongue in half and feed you to the dogs at Stormwind if you lie to me. Do not even think about escaping, I am a mage knight and I can cut you in half using air as a sword."

Roland was certain that whatever reason had brought this retired knight masquerading as a thief to his home, had to do with his wife. Never before had a thief dared to infiltrate the Vale, they knew better than to steal from a crown prince.

If things had changed, it was because of his wife and he was determined to know why.