The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 203: Luck vs Villain.

Chapter 203: Luck vs Villain.

Thalassa was prevented from joining the madness by Elarin at Sigrid’s direct command. Sigrid made the decision because the princes looked overwhelmed and yet they were maintaining a polite attitude in dealing with all the women. They were not fools, this kind of attention was not new to them.

The fact that Thalassa was not participating in the eager attempts to charm him actually impressed Firron all the more and he looked at her a few times. This displeased the queen and she declared the start of the lunch.

The two princes were visibly relieved when they were sat away from most of the ladies. Sparks however flew because the sitting arrangement she had prepared had been tampered with.

Prince Firron was sitting between Thalassa and Mauve while Prince Eron sat between Marianne and Brynlee Thorin. Brynlee was Sigrid’s cousin that looked the most like her and Sigrid had specifically had Alistair fetch her because she had noticed Eron’s attraction to her. Sigrid figured Eron would settle for Brynlee and it seemed he was doing so because he was giving her more attention than Marianne.

Queen Maurelia tilted her head forward and shot Sigrid an icy smile. Sigrid raised her wine glass and toasted the queen.

"You messed with the seating arrangement." Roland whispered to Sigrid.

She laughed softly in response but the sound was shrill and devious. It was covered up by the louder sound of music being played by the royal musicians.

As the meal drew on, the princes were pulled into conversations about magic, politics, music, flying ships, martial arts, wine and their marital state. As soon as both of them declared that they were unwed, relief was heard in the room. Some of the young women became bolder and recommended themselves, others were shy but they invited the princes out on dates. They endure accusing and hateful looks from others because they wanted to make lasting impressions.

After lunch, the queen suggested a waltz and she specifically insisted that the princes show their skills, praising her nieces the three beauties as Eldoria’s most talented young women when it came to song and dance.

The princes who were acting as perfect gentlemen did not refuse. To ensure that all the young ladies were occupied with other dance partners, the queen invited red knights to accompany them. She earned herself sharp glares from other scheming nobles but she brushed them off.

The dancing soon started, so Sigrid took to the dance floor with Roland. This was the the kind of thing that normally provided opportunities for Emmah.

She made the right decision because soon, Emmah and her partner floated effortlessly through the room and accidentally bumped into Prince Firron. It was as if fate itself intervened and the knight stumbled backwards and the prince abandoned his partner to save Emmah.

It was the perfect save and once again, Emmah was in the arms of the prince. One of his hands was on her waist and the other, the upper part of her back, feeling her bare skin through the open design on the back of her dress. Emmah blushed and shyly looked down.

Sigrid decided to intervene immediately, with a carefully calculated poise, she maneuvered herself between them, pushing the prince back and he fell into Roland’s arms. It broke Prince Firron’s attention away from Emmah as he had been hoping to have a conversation with Roland.

Emmah was not to be outdone, she feigned distress over an imaginary ankle injury and cried out sharply. Prince Firron, the hero that could ignore the damsel in distress rushed back to her, offering his assistance, much to Sigrid’s annoyance.

The queen watched with a gleeful smirk, glad to see Sigrid’s plans crumbling like a biscuit in hot tea. When Prince Firron was about to carry Emmah, Sigrid gestured at Mauve, the Givenchy’s and all the Thorin ladies to intervene.

They abandoned their dancing partners and approached the prince, giggling as they pulled Firron away from Emmah and formed a protective circle around him. Mauve started playing a flute while Riley Givenchy suggested that they play a game in which the prince had to guess which lucky lady had stolen his handkerchief.

Emmah turned her eyes to Prince Eron but he was completely besotted by Brynlee that he did not see her Emmah’s bewitching and pleading eyes.

Meanwhile, Benjamin hurried to Emmah’s aid, whisking her away before she could protest further. As for Firron, he indulged the ladies and participated in the game which resulted in more giggles and laughter, especially when Thalassa joined in and the game was changed to a cat chasing a rat. The prince was the cat and he was pursuing the princess who was the rat through the room.

Sigrid’s amused eyes found those of the queen who was seething and she laughed. Luck could not be compared to a villain with a system.

As for the king and Romilda, they were satisfied with the end result. By the end of luncheon, alliances were subtly reshaped, rivalries deepened and the visiting princes had smiles on their faces even though they were overwhelmed.

As the guests departed, Sigrid, Maurelia and Romilda exchanged polite smiles and goodbyes, each knowing that the day had been a small victory or defeat. None of them was comfortable just yet because their ongoing struggle in the game of power and influence was not over.

The princes would be in Eldoria for a while, there would be other opportunities for the pendulum to swing another way. Emmah, in the meantime was consoling herself by hugging Benjamin.

While he thought the sun and moon rose in her eyes, she thought the opposite of him. He was just a tool to propel her to the top and in her eyes, there was no sincerity. Emmah knew she was lucky, and she knew there would be other opportunities to secure Prince Firron’s heart. If not him, Prince Eron would do.

After the guests departed, king Raff went and found the queen. He had not entered her chambers in so long that he had forgotten what they looked like. She hurried out of the bedroom, still righting her clothes. She had been in the middle of changing when the maids told her that the king had come calling.

She had a smile on her face because she thought he planned to spend the night.

As soon as he saw her, the king said in a cold voice, "The next time I tell you to organize a family lunch, do what I tell you to do, follow my orders. Do not think Maurelia, do not presume to know my will. I am the king, not you. Tell the De-Kensington’s to keep their hands away from Prince Firron and Prince Eron or I will reconsider Roland’s position." He turned around and departed from her chambers.

Queen Maurelia sank to the floor, this was not what she had been anticipating. He had not given her one kind look or a smile. He had not even applauded her for putting together the lunch so quickly and ensuring that the food, drinks and entertainment were all top quality.

"Your highness." her governess squatted down and covered Maurelia with a fur cloak. "You should get up now, the floor is cold."

Tears slipped through Maurelia’s eyes, she drew in a deep breath and wiped them away. "Its not over yet," she mumbled.

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