The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 47: The war between Sigrid and Emmah begins.

Chapter 47: The war between Sigrid and Emmah begins.

Roland and Benjamin reacted at the same time, both of them bent down with anxious expressions on their faces.

"Emmah, are you okay, why are you spitting up blood again?" Roland asked.

Benjamin raised his head and shouted to the herald, "Send for a royal doctor."

They both hand one hand each on Emmah’s back, fighting for the opportunity to ease her pain, they were fussing like two mother cats fighting to help one kitten. Roland got his silk handkerchief and offered it to Emmah while Benjamin took away the blood stained one in Emmah’s hands.

"Water, someone bring a cup of water." Benjamin yelled.

Roland stripped off the white fur coat he had on and put it around Emmah, cocooning her as if the slightest breeze of wind would do her incredible harm. Benjamin meticulously adjusted Emmah in the wheelchair, checking the pillow which she was leaning against to ensure her comfort.

"Take it easy." he said.

His voice was soft and reassuring as he whispered the words of comfort, tapping her hands tenderly. The unconventional scene was wrapped up by Roland that checked Emmah’s temperature with his hand against her forehead, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

The two brothers behaved as if there was nobody in the hall except for the three of them because they had forgotten about the rest of the nobles in the court that were looking at them with disapproval.

They watched with curiosity and criticism, whispering like rustling leaves as they exchanged glances which they sent Sigrid’s way mostly as she was the crown princess whose husband was showing excessive care for another woman.

Sigrid was not watching the nobles, she was watching the comical display of concern the two brothers were expressing for Emmah’s well-being.

The whispers of statements like, "How unbecoming," and "Which one of them is courting her?" went right over her head.

Sigrid’s lips moved up slightly in a smile because she also saw the look of reproach on Rina’s face, she certainly didn’t approve of Benjamin’s fussing over the unknown Emmah. What she wanted for her son was a marriage match for her son with a woman from a family that could match up to the Thorin’s.

"Crown prince, you forget where you are." The queen said.

Her voice echoed through the hall, it was heard by everyone and thanks to it, Roland realized that he was behaving in a odd manner.

He raised his head and then bowed, "Forgive me queen mother, Lady Emmah saved my life and she is yet to heal from her wounds. I believe that I am obligated to see to it that she gets the best care possible and recovers as soon as possible."

The royal doctor finally arrived and the brothers stepped aside, Benjamin’s eyes remained on Emmah while Roland continued to face the king and queen. But, every once in a while, his eyes darted to her.

While she was being checked, silence reigned in court but the whispers did not end, especially when Emmah winced and Roland spun around completely, forgetting himself once again.

Sigrid decided that it was time to step in. "Doctor Wise, this royal court is not a hospital, if miss Emmah is not doing well I believe that the best place for her to be right now is the hospital. Perhaps you should escort her out and check her condition in a well equipped place."

The nobles trembled as if winter arrived and the cold had infected them, the excitement was for no reason other than anticipation of what Sigrid intended to do. Would jealousy overwhelm her and push to slap Emmah?

Even with the anticipation, many of them approved of her words that had been said calmly, this was not the right place for a woman that was so pale, appearing as if she would die in the coming hour.

Lord Bailey was surprisingly the first to step in and express his support for Sigrid. "The crown princess is right, if lady Emmah..."

"Miss." Sigrid corrected, and smiled gently at Lord Bailey. "I appreciate your stance lord Bailey, pardon me for my intrusion but I think that it is only proper that we address miss Emmah here by the right title, she is a commoner after all."

"You are familiar with her." Lord Bailey said.

Sigrid nodded. "Miss Emmah can be considered a quarter of a ward of my grandmother the duchess Thorin. For years she has funded the orphanage where miss Emmah was raised. In addition to that, Emmah’s mother worked as a maid at our estate for many years and retired recently.

Emmah here is engaged to one of the shopkeepers that work for my father, Mr. Cyprian Bumblebert. If the two prince’s could step aside, Mr. Wise should transfer her to a hospital and send word to Mr. Bumblebert so that he can come and check on his fiance’."

Emmah was ready to cough again when she heard the news about her supposed fiance, her face transformed from pretentious sick to real sick. It had not been in her expectations that the crown princess had a smooth tongue, a way with words.

With a few sentences, she had managed to cut off both princes from her, they had actually stepped aside respectfully keeping an appropriate distance.

She raised her dim eyes to Sigrid’s light ones and clenched her fists, forgetting for a moment that she was supposed to be gentle and innocent. Emmah was unwilling to leave the presence of the king without getting some benefits and a few gold coins would not cut it, she wanted to be rewarded with a castle or a marriage decree to one of the princes, the crown prince preferably as it would elevate her from nobody to future queen or empress if Eldoria expanded.

She was unwilling to marry this shopkeeper that she had never heard of, she was a transmigrator, the chosen one that was destined to rule over this kingdom. Not even this backward pampered crown princess would stop her.

A halo above her head which nobody could see but her started to glow, her pulse which was previously weak picked up speed and her pale complexion became a little lighter.

Doctor Wise raised his head and let go of her hand, he faced the king rather than the prince’s. "Your royal highness, the young lady is not a sick as she appears to be, even though she lost a lot of blood she just needs to eat and drink some foods or drinks that can replenish her blood."

"Oh, so she is not dying." Sigrid said flatly.

"No, she will live a long life as long as she eats well and takes care of herself." Doctor Wise replied.

Sigrid scoffed inside, not if I can help it, she thought. Emmah had to live a short life on this world, if she dropped dead right now, Sigrid would be happier.

The doctor retreated and once again the two prince’s and Emmah found themselves facing the king.

"Father, we were discussing miss Emmah’s reward for saving my life, I request that all of my rewards be given to her. In addition to that, a noble title as a virtuous or talented woman and medal of protection against death." Roland requested with his head slightly bowed.

Sigrid’s head turned quickly, if she had a cup in her hand it would have dropped to the floor.