The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 157: A walk through the fief.

Chapter 157: A walk through the fief.

Stormwind village was a lovely quaint town by the sea which was more beautiful than Sigrid had imagined. The roads were paved with colorful cobbled stones, the streets were organized as if it was a city. Sigrid could picture herself living there.

Her mother Iryne was like the standard tourist, taking pictures of everything and everyone. Every little thing she saw made her squeal or jump up in glee. Sigrid would have been right there with her but Roland had a firm grasp on her hand.

In front of her were maids and behind her were her to brothers John and Elowin. Together, they made a human wall that was ready to catch her in case she slipped and fell.

The villagers paused their tasks to gaze at the regal visitors, their expressions ranging from awe to excitement. Duke Thorin led the way with quiet dignity, he was overdressed like a warrior and villain all wrapped into one with the heavy brown and off white thick wolf fur cloak on his shoulders. His face appeared sharp and fierce, eyes frosty scaring away people from approaching them. Duchess Mila was the opposite, looking like royalty in an all white cloak, she offered kind smiles and waves to those gathered.

As for Nathaniel and his wife Deanne, they were like lovers living in their own world. They acted as if this was a private tour meant just for them, ignoring the rest of the group. Soon, they split away from the rest and went about on their own.

The village was a tapestry of vibrant life and organic charm. Thatched cottages and stone houses dotted the green landscape, their chimneys puffing gentle spirals of smoke. The air was rich with the scents of the sea mixed with fresh bread from the bakery and chrysanthemums blooming along the short picket fences.

It was the kind of place where people left their doors unlocked at night because they trusted each other and everyone knew everyone.

A stream meandered lazily through the village, its crystalline waters reflecting the light blue sky. Sigrid took a few pictures there with Roland’s hands around her waist.

The tour was briefly interrupted when it started to drizzle lightly so they bought umbrellas from a shop and continued on with their walk through the village.

Sigrid was drawn to the marketplace, where stalls overflowed with colorful wares—handwoven baskets, glazed pottery, and rich woolen fabrics spun from the very sheep that grazed on the nearby hills. She stopped at one stall, admiring the craftsmanship of a wooden key chain carving shaped like a sheep.

The elderly vendor grinned and pressed it into her hands. "A gift, Your Highness," he said, bowing. Sigrid accepted it graciously, feeling the warmth of his generosity.

He was not the only generous one, as they visited each stall and talked to the vendors, more and more gifts were given to Sigrid. Some brave mothers even requested that she take pictures with them or their children which she did, generously.

"I cannot believe that cameras have spread this far." Elowin laughed with joy.

He was proud to see his work and that of other mages in the hands of people. "If only there was a way for people to share their pictures with each other. I think Medoris has such means."

"That’s easy." Sigrid answered. "We can discuss it later."

She could not go into details of the internet at the moment, an elderly woman was gifting her with a beautiful yellow hooded cloak. Sigrid changed into it immediately and she took a picture with the elderly woman.

As they were leaving, she slipped a dozen gold coins into the elderly woman’s hands. "If you have more, bring them to Stormwind. As long as the quality is good, I will buy them all. I prefer bright colors like orange, green, red, blue and white. You can add embroidery, pearls or other designs."

When she walked away, the elderly woman was wiping tears from her eyes.

Roland looked at his empty hands and sighed. "I can’t help feeling like you are loved in the village more than me.

"They are used to seeing you, I am a new face."

Her feet carried her in the direction of women’s voice singing united like a choir. She found them gathered in an indoor courtyard, separating corn from cobs. Iryne took pictures of the women.

When they saw Sigrid and recognized her, they were glad to welcome her and she took pictures with them as well. Jennie captured a lot of pictures in which Sigrid was also peeling corn from the cob. She was so excited that one would think Sigrid was learning how to take her first steps.

Elowin recorded when Sigrid joined in the singing as if she had always known the corn harvesting song.

"Pull the husks, don’t be slow, Yellow treasure starts to show! Sing and work, the day is bright, Golden corn shines in the light.

Husks away, husks away, Sing with cheer, work and play! Corn so sweet, corn so fine, Harvest joy, the sun will shine!

Crackle, rustle, one by one, Work together, it’s more fun! Soon we’ll feast and dance around, Corn for all, with laughter bound.

Husks away, husks away, Sing with cheer, work and play! Corn so sweet, corn so fine, Harvest joy, the sun will shine!"

The song was like a worm, stuck in Sigrid’s ears, she continued to hum it as they walked further into the village. A group of children caught her attention and they approached them.

The children were huddled together near a small pen, where sheep milled about. Excited giggles erupted as they organized themselves into teams for a playful game. The task was simple but challenging: coax a sheep to cross a designated line using only gentle nudges and calls.

Curious and charmed, Sigrid asked if she might join. The children hesitated only for a moment before inviting her into their circle.

"Don’t hurt yourself." Roland reminded her.

Her parents watched with amused approval as Sigrid crouched down, her gown carefully tucked, and focused on guiding one particularly stubborn sheep. Her laughter mingled with the children’s as the sheep finally obeyed, crossing the line to a chorus of cheers.

When she started jumping up and down in excitement, Roland was quick to stop her. The game continued and everyone got a chance to play. More villagers gathered because they heard nobles were participating in the game.

The crowd was wild as if the silly game was the most exciting thing to happen in the village for a while. It was thrilling to the, when the crown prince failed to coax the sheep two times.

General Paxton was smug because he managed to achieve victory three times. Roland groaned, he was sure his father-in-law would add this to the list of things to use in torturing him.

The game ended with the village elder presenting Sigrid with a small wool pouch, hand-knitted from the wool of the sheep she had guided. "A token to remember your visit," he said warmly.

Everyone got one, except Nathaniel, he had to buy it because he was late and did not get a chance to play.

They continued their walk, meeting the village priest who gave them a magic fruit called a crimson glowberry which only grew in autumn.

Sigrid carried some of her souvenirs proudly—like the fruit and the wool pouch. The tour came to an end when they returned to the edge of the village. The villagers gathered to bid them farewell, their voices ringing with gratitude and well-wishes.

When they returned to the castle, she told Roland. "I like it here and I have decided to do what Emmah did. I will build a farm on the grounds and raise some cows, sheep, chicken and ducks."

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