The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 336: Plotting...plotting...plotting.

Roland was certain that his wife would commit murder. Her hungry tiger like gaze kept following Emmah around

as she dazzled suitor after suitor and shared dances with one young noble lord after another. Her dance card was

full but that had not stopped men from trying to convince her to abandon others and pick them.

There was no doubt that the gates of the Fairfax estate would be trampled by doe eyed suitors and drowned in

flowers tomorrow.

This outcwas not what Sigrid had been expecting. Until an hour before the debutante ball started, they had

been told that Emmah was without a dress and her hair was ruined.

She was so angry that she almost drunk wine, without noticing.

"Easy, my love. Remember that you are pregnant. Small things like this should not affect you. We still have time

to deal with her." Roland whispered to her.

"It is no small thing Roland." She whispered to him. "We are supposed to ruin her tonight. But look at her, she is

flourishing. How the hell did she get her hands on that dress? Someone must have helped her...someone with

magic."

"You don’t think that it is Lord Gentry, do you?" he asked.

They heard the sound of soft melodic laughter and looked out. Emmah was the source, of course. She had single

handedly managed to turn the rest of the young ladies into wall flowers. Even the men that were dancing with

them were sending longing glances Emmah’s way.

It seemed like the lucky halo was working overttonight, using what little power it had left to make Emmah

dazzle.

"No...maybe. | don’t know. But | am beginning to think that with time, | should open my own mage academy and

branch away from the original one. Gentry may be the first to complain about our status as a royals and our

involvement with the mage estate but he won't be the last.

| have been thinking about it and he is right in a way. The mage estate has always been independent of royalty,

nobility and all other politics in Eldoria. To bring them together is to create chaos that might backfire on us in

future.

It is better to have our independent school of magic while maintaining interests and scontrol over the mage

estate. This way, we have the best of both worlds." Sigrid was about to say something else when Roland urged

her to stand.

"My princess, may | have this dance?"

"Of course." she smiled and gave him her hand.

He led her to the sand pit dance floor and they joined others, many of whom had their shoes off as they swayed

to the lively music.

On the side lines, Alistair and Veylin released mist from the sweat of a mountain troll. Nothing would help the

young men trapped in the illusions created by Emmah to cto their senses faster than a whiff of mountain

troll sweat.

It was such a harsh remedy that it worked immediately. The eager eyed young men around Emmah started to

depart from her, one at a time. And when it was down to one, Lady Fairfax saw her chance.

She had just happened to see Gage Lumberfoot going into the woods. No doubt, he was going to ease himself.

Lady Fairfax whispered something to Adelia Percival, Lady Percival’s daughter.

Adelia found Emmah and whispered to her what Lady Fairfax had said.

Emmah’s eyes widened and she followed Adelia, walking away from the venue and disappearing from the view

of the red knights and warm light of the lanterns.

Meanwhile, Elowin found Alistair and Veylin and they followed the girls that walked in the direction of the woods.

"Lady Fairfax’s plan has started." Roland whispered to Sigrid. "Do you think it will be a success?"

"Fingers crossed." Sigrid answered before she was dipped and pulled back.

Meanwhile, Mauve and Galen were also sharing a distance, executing the smoves as Roland and Sigrid. For

them, this was their third dance of the night, together.

He was pleased as this was their first official appearance at a ball as a couple. Galen had of course noticed the

looks of irritation he was getting from the Rosewood’s that were present, especially Mauve’s mother.

"You are stiffening up again." Mauve told him.

"Because your mother is making vulture eyes atagain." He answered.

He twirled her around so that she could she her mother. But, as the twirl last less than five seconds, Mauve did

not not get a good look at the vulture eyes.

"We make a handscouple, everyone is staring at us. It is natural that my mama is doing the same. Besides, |

may not be a debutante but | am unmarried and | cunchaperoned. Mama is just looking out forin that

roses are lovely, thorns are motherly way." She answered.

Galen rolled his eyes.

Everyone was repeating that line now. It had started in the royal castle and poured out into the streets. He

wondered where it had cfrom.

"You could be mistaken you know, maybe she is looking across us. Christie and Orpheus are the most interesting

pair of the night."

Christie and Orpheus were right next to them and they had shared four dances so far. If they danced a fifth

together, rumors of her pregnancy would be circulating before the sun rose tomorrow.

Mauve thought Christie was either crazy, in love or she simply didn’t care for the reputation she would be

branded with and and she was having fun.

"Before, this song ends, their baby will be born, if rumors are to be believed." Galen joked.

"Before the fifth song, it will be one year old." Mauve snickered.

Galen leaned his head into her neck and whispered, "When will our baby be born?"

Mauve blushed.

The sudden change in the color of her cheeks caught the eye of Lord Rosewood and he frowned. He pulled on

the hand of Latham Rosewood and growled out, "Go and save Mauve from that rake before he ruins her."

Latham blinked. How was he supposed to save his sister from a man that she was always seen with? They had

already kissed or so the rumor said. What their family needed to do was challenge him to a duel or force those

two to make it official by getting married.

Suddenly, there was a commotion --Adelia Percival who had "coincidentally" run all the way towards the

microphone shouted, whilst panting like a thirsty dog, "Emmah...Emmabh...Miss Fairfax and Gage

Lumberfoot...together....scandal!"