The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 68: Undoing Emmah’s work.

Chapter 68: Undoing Emmah’s work.

Five hours later, Sigrid was having murderous thoughts about her husband, not that she truly meant to murder him but the man was proving to be insatiable. What she had said as a joke, he had taken a lot more seriously and they had not left the bedroom for hours.

She was tired, sweaty and hungry___, starving was a better word for it.

Her body was rolled over and she faced Roland that was wearing a satisfied grin on his face.

"Why are you frowning?" he asked as he put his hand on her waist.

The hand did not stay still, it patted and pinched her gently while making its way down to cup her bottom.

"You want to do it again?" she asked, dismayed.

She slapped the stubborn hand and tried to pry it away but it was like prying a fistful of rice from a baby’s hands, weirdly impossible.

"Why does that surprise you? You are very desirable and beautiful and your body....the heavens be praised, you must be the best piece of artwork that has ever been created on this earth. We mages believe in the goddess of nature because magic is part of nature, perhaps you are her reincarnation."

As he gently spoke these words to her with a lazy smile on his face, his hands drew figures on her thigh slowly.

"How old were you when your magic was..." Sigrid started to ask and stopped herself. Magic was awakened at birth, she had somehow forgotten this fact. Apparently her husband had f****d the wisdom out of her. "Have you ever used your magic for anything other than sword fighting?"

"Mmm..no." he mumbled out. "We all channel our magic into swords, one sword mage is equal to one hundred soldiers on a battlefield."

"But magic is so much more than swords." Sigrid sat up rapidly, forgetting about the fact that she was very naked. "It can be used to heal, to grow food, to build things, to....." she spread her arms out waving them as she tried to think about all the other ways in which magic could be applied.

Roland’s eyes were glowing and it was for a different reason than what Sigrid was talking about passionately. He turned over, picked up his sword that was laying down beside the bed and pricked his pinkie finger with one of the sharp tips.

Then, he turned over again and showed Sigrid the little self injury he had brought on himself.

"I know of one way your magic can be used right now, look I am injured."

He had a very proud smile on his face that was also quite innocent that it made Sigrid laugh.

"That’s not an injury, it’s a baby sized boo-boo!!" she exclaimed.

Roland waved the finger from side to side, "I don’t know what a boo-boo is but I am in pain."

He faked the sad look on his face. Sigrid sighed and leaned over.

"No funny business, I am just healing your boo-boo." she told him.

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While Sigrid was enjoying what was close enough to a honeymoon as possible, Emmah was saving a life. She had been out searching for a location for the dessert shop she intended to open.

Her very first choice of location was Doxcord street, she wanted a shop near Sigrid’s coffee house so that she could compete and prove that she was better. However, every shop on that shop on that street was occupied, which disappointed her.

She turned her attention to Overtorn street, another busy shopping street in the capital. She specifically set her sights on the shop near Sigrid’s second restaurant, but the owners of the shops around it were not willing to sell and those that were willing asked for ridiculously high prices.

Luck was not on her side it seemed, until she came across a young man that was being beaten up by a group of five people. Emmah was traveling with three knights that Roland had assigned to protect her, they intervened and saved him.

As it turned out, he was the son of Lord Dane Vanger, marquis of Solterra, that was facing some financial troubles. The marquis owned five buildings on Overtorn street and he was selling three.

Emmah only needed one shop, but the marquis was willing to sell all three buildings to her at a half price of five hundred thousand gold and the other seven hundred thousand, she convinced him to consider as an investment in her businesses that she was yet to launch.

She promised to return within two days with samples of the products she intended to sell, the five hundred thousand gold coins and then they could come to an understanding.

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Before Sigrid went to bed that night she sent Brolin and Cosmos out to undo all that Emmah had accomplished during the day.

The two disguised themselves and set out on their horses, riding faster than the wind to complete the mission assigned by their princess.

With Cosmos taking the lead, it was not difficult for them to locate young Lord Vanger that was just leaving a tavern after drowning his sorrows in five glasses of wine. He was intoxicated, but only barely because he still had his senses and could find his way without stumbling.

Cosmos and Brolin stalked him in the shadows until he made his way to an alley that was a shortcut to Overtorn street. The men jumped into action, with Cosmos’s fist connecting with the young Vanger’s jaw first.

It sent him sprawling to the ground and Brolin followed with a swift kick that left young Vanger gasping for air. The two men went in on him, delivering a flurry of blows and kicks but they avoided his head, the goal was to cause him pain and break a leg, not kill him.

"Our mistress offered his father five hundred thousand gold but he still wants more, what a greedy bunch of bastards they are." Cosmos said.

Brolin got in another kick and loudly responded, "It looks likes he has passed out. Miss Emmah will surely be pleased with what we have done, in my opinion, she should have waited a little longer before intervening to save this idiot’s life."

Cosmos gave Brolin a thumbs up and he covered himself briefly to keep himself from laughing. "Yes, she only saved him because his father owns those buildings. If he was not valuable, she would have walked right past him as if he was air itself. I say we should kill him and just put and end to it."

On the ground, Lord Vanger trembled, he could hear the men and he was afraid for his life. If he survived this beating, he vowed that Emmah would never open a shop on Overtorn street. Their family owned more than half of the properties there, most people were not aware of this fact.

His father was also vice president of the Eldoria chamber of commerce, if he was determined to ruin someone’s business, it was as simple as snapping a finger.

"If we kill him, miss Emmah will not get the buildings or the support of his father. Let’s go, I think we have done enough." Brolin stopped Cosmos who was about to punch Lord Vanger again.

With their task complete, the knights vanished into the night, leaving lord Vanger bruised and in pain, his leg was broken, a stark reminder of who had sent the men after him.

He opened his eyes and looked out in the empty alley as he pulled himself up and then limped away slowly. In his heart anger swirled like a tornado and where gratefulness had been, hatred took root.