The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 60: Possible female lead contender.

Chapter 60: Possible female lead contender.

"Well, she saved his life." Sigrid commented in an unbothered voice.

"My father saved the kings life three years ago during an assassination attempt when he was on a pilgrimage to the city of Ark Angel. He cannot wield a sword anymore because the nerves in his right hand were damaged beyond repair. You don’t see my father hanging on to the king like a third limb." Mauve muttered. "Hmph, I think she is trying to secure herself a marriage."

"And what would you know of marriage at what..how old are you?" Sigrid looked the young woman over.

"Two and one." Mauve answered with a smile.

She held her fingers up on both hands to show the two and one but instead, she had four fingers up.

"So, is it two and one, two and two or four?" Sigrid asked with a smile.

Mauve pouted and lowered one finger. "Crown princess, you think that I am dumb, right?"

Sigrid didn’t think that she had ever met anybody as adorable and sincere as Mauve Rosewood. Her whole demeanor was light-hearted and charmingly naive, she had some of the traits madame Elena had described in Risa.

"No, I think you are adorable." Sigrid raised a hand and ruffled Mauve’s hair. "Tell me, are you the kind of person that spontaneously breaks into a song or dance?"

Mauve nodded.

"Do you make silly faces to cheer up a friend?"

Mauve nodded.

"Do you like toys and animals and often land yourself in danger because you are never where you should be but somehow things always work out for you?" Sigrid pushed forward.

Beneath the surface, something in her was bubbling like hot porridge on a stove.

Mauve’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. "How did you know? Mama says I am like a cat, that I was born with nine lives because I have survived death three times. She swears that when I was born, I had the mark of a four leaf clover on my forehead."

"Ah, the luck giving four leaf clover." Sigrid whispered, "Hmm, something like that also exists here."

"What do you mean?" Mauve asked, her cute face was marred by confusion.

Sigrid shook her head, "Nothing, I am just surprised to hear this. What happened to the mark?"

Mauve shrugged, "I think mama was lying, look at my forehead, its as clear as the moon on a good night."

She brought her head forward, extremely close that it invaded Sigrid’s space. She kept jutting it upwards and from side to side so that Sigrid could see clearly that there was no mark on her skin.

"Okay, I have confirmed it, but I think there is something to it. I don’t like many people but I like you, isn’t that a clear sign of your good luck?"

To Sigrid, the young woman had the potential to be the real female lead. She was beautiful, charming, born with luck and her father had saved the king. Her Rosewood family was wealthy, close to the king and liked by the queen which gave them neutral status.

Mauve’s reputation was stellar, everyone knew that she liked to feed stray kittens, often cooked porridge for the hungry and homeless.

She was a familiar face in many orphanages, children were drawn to her naturally and she would have made a wonderful kindergarten teacher if she was on modern earth.

She was also quite talented in baking and often shared her latest batch of pastries with friends and other relatives. Mauve Rosewood was popular and liked despite the fact that she was excessively and unnecessarily talkative.

"Really! you like me." Mauve squealed. "I cannot believe this, the ice cold crown princess whose eyes can kill with one look likes me. I must tell mama about this immediately, she will not believe it."

"While you are at it, please tell her that I would love to have you as my first lady in waiting. I will send an invitation to your house, we can discuss it further then." Sigrid told the girl.

Mauve stood up, squealing like a rat and she run out of the tent. Her actions resulted in unhappy glares being sent Sigrid’s way.

"Shhhh." someone hissed.

Then there was a gasp and people turned back to watch what they had missed, it was the scene of lady Blanche committing her first murder in cold blood at the age of fifteen.

Those that missed the scene looked back at Sigrid again, blaming her as they shot her accusing looks.

"Oh for heavens sake!" she muttered and got up.

She had already watched the entire episode anyway, there was no need to re-watch it. She had also spent enough time at the hunting ground and she wanted to go home, the king was already drunk anyway, the celebration could be considered to have ended.

She gave one last glance to her husband whose attention was on Emmah.

"Are you going to drag him away?" Cosmos asked.

Her lips rose slightly and she shook her head. "Of what use is it? Even if I drag him away, one of them will find their way back to the other eventually. There are some things that I must do slowly, they cannot be forced.

If I act like the original Sigrid, I will only arise his ire and hatred. In fact, disgust is a better word for it, on the other hand, if I act like his mother he will feel guilty and not be excessive in his good treatment of her.

The moment she stepped out of the tent, she run into her brother Elowin, the only one of her brothers that was in the capital at the moment.

"Leaving so soon our crown princess." he said, with a smile.

Sigrid nodded. "I rose earlier than usual for this celebration, I prefer the warmth of my bed to the many displeased glares that I have received today. Also, some people here are an eyesore, I would much rather not see or be around them. By the way, now that you have seen her, what do you think of her?"

Her brother Elowin had been a fool for Emmah in the novel, he was the one that taught her magic and he was like her magical servant boy, doing her experiments and promoting her ideas like mobile phones, fans, cars, water heaters and other modern devices that worked using magic.

"Are you fascinated by her now?" she quizzed.