The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 182: No loose ends.

Chapter 182: No loose ends.

In the castle on the estate of the Ye family, another fight had broken out and red knights were keeping different groups of people away from each other.

The men whose children had been terminated wanted to throttle the women that had done the termination. Those who had just discovered that their wives had filed for divorce as soon as trouble swept into the family.

The women had no remorse for the actions that they had taken, as longs as they could save themselves from becoming military prostitutes or living a harsh life of never ending suffering in the North or Eastern boarder.

Loud voices were calling back and forth, insults and accusations were flying. In the midst of this chaos, some people were crying. Others were loudly lamenting and cursing Oliver and Blythe, the two people that they considered to be the genesis of the downfall of the Ye family.

Some had resigned themselves to their fate and they were already saying farewell, sharing last words with their children or parents. Those that would live on were making promises, some to live good lives and others whispered that they would seek vengeance. But the adults knew that these promises were all useless. The king would not leave loose ends, on the long journey to the military camp, one by one the survivors would drop dead.

The entire Ye family had around sixty eight family members including close family and extended relatives. They had one hundred ten servants. Most of these servants had been questioned and released already. For the first time, many of Ye’s wished that they were the servants and the servants the masters.

Some wished that they had never been granted nobility. It had turned out to be a curse after all.

In the royal castle, the king made his last declaration. "To compensate the crown princess, the Ye estate will be handed over to her. A monument will be erected in the place where she royal heir was lost in his memory. These punishments are to be executed with immediate effect."

The herald banged his staff down again, the Ye’s were dragged down and taken out of the room. All the members of the royal family evacuated the room and then the nobles followed. The commoners were the last to leave.

In most parts of Eldoria, people took to the streets to celebrate, justice had been served. Those who were not celebrating were discussing the trial, not absent from their conversation was praise for the king who had shown some mercy and wisdom. He had not blindly let go of the daughters of the nobles, they were going to be punished too in their own way.

Back in the royal castle, Sigrid and Roland met with the king who offered yet more regret for the loss of the child.

"I want to have a plaque for him placed in the royal chapel is that okay?" she asked.

The king nodded. Whatever she wanted, he would agree to. He let them go because he was exhausted, the trial had run longer than initially intended. When they left his presence, they met the queen in her private chambers, in her courtyard to be precise. She was pacing around when they arrived.

Her maids and knights stood still like planted trees with roots firm in the ground. She was in a nasty mood, so they were reluctant to catch her eye for any reason.

Before Roland and Sigrid could catch a breath, the queen was on them like a storm on the sea on a bad day. Her raised hand aimed for Sigrid’s cheek but it was caught by Roland. He shoved her back and glared at her, ignoring the heavy incredulity in her eyes.

"What are you doing mother? Are you really attempting to slap my wife in my presence?"

Queen Maurelia pointed at him and hissed out, "You would defend her instead of me!"

"My wife has neither attempted to attack you physically nor verbally. You on the other hand seem to be ready to tear her head off without a good reason." he fired back angrily.

Queen Maurelia growled out loudly, "I have a good reason."

"And I don’t care." Roland growled back fiercely. "There is no reason in the world that is good enough for you to lay your hands on her. For goodness sake, she just lost her child. She___, we are grieving right now. This is not the right time for you throwing one of your tantrums or attempting to assert your authority."

The queen’s face folded in an ugly way, she was angry because Roland dared to stand up to her. He used to be obedient but ever since he married the hard headed Sigrid who seemed to oppose her in every way, they clashed more and more often.

"Whose fault is it that the baby was lost?" She yelled at him. "She is so stupid that she cannot understand the importance of protecting a royal pregnancy. Why was she running around knowing fully well that she carried the next heir to the throne?

Was sipping some tea and filling her big mouth with buttery scones and half baked cakes more important than the child she carried? Was running around on Stormwind and fighting some whore more important than the child she was carrying?" The queen pointed at Sigrid, breathing heavily as a result of all the anger she was carrying inside.

"If she doesn’t understand why heirs are important for you then she needs to step aside and give the position of crown princess to a woman who will get the job done." Shooting Sigrid a malice filled look, she said, "Maybe the problem is you. You don’t deserve to be a mother."

Sigrid listened to the rant and the more the queen expressed her anger loudly, the more it annoyed her. Not once had she shared a single comforting word, all she was interested in was another chess piece that would keep the De-Kensington family in power.

"I can’t deal with you right now." She turned around and walked away.

For Roland, the choice between his mother and his wife was very simple so he turned around and run after Sigrid. As he took her hand, they both heard the loud screaming of the queen ordering them to turn around. He thought that they were walking too slowly so he carried Sigrid and increased his speed until they reached their carriage.

When the carriage left the royal castle, he took a deep relieved breath. "Why did we bother to answer her summons?" he muttered.

He raised his head and looked at Sigrid with regretful eyes, gearing up to make another apology. Before he could tell her how sorry he was, she leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Don’t talk, don’t apologize. Can we just have a moment of silence alone? It has been a long day and an even longer week."

Roland gave her what she wanted; silence. But, as the carriage passed through the streets, people shouted their condolences and offered sincere words of encouragement.

Unwelcome tears found their way to Sigrid’s eyes once again. When she cried silently this time round, it was for herself.