The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 393: Lady Iryne’s fairytale ball.

They were having one too many parties. That was Sigrid’s opinion on her family events that seemed not to end. In one week, they had celebrated Elowin and Nathaniel’s birthdays which fell on the same day and month. Two days later, they celebrated her grandfather, the duke’s birthday.

And now, they were attending her mother’s fairy tale themed ball, the shimmering event which had brought nearly all the nobles out of the corners of their large manors. Some had come from out of the city, all eager to show off their mesmerizing and create outfits.

It was a grand event, Lady Iryne had spared no expense which was easy to accomplish as she had so much gold to spare. The gardens on the Thorin estate where the venue and they had been turned into a fairy wonderland that was a mash up of every fairy tale that was spreading in Eldoria.

As guests glided into the venue on magic carpets, fairy glitter was spilled on them from above.

Lady Iryne had hired actors and actresses from the dark rise of Lady Blanche to play certain roles. Like Lady Blanche herself, taking on role of Rapunzel. She was peering outside a window in the tallest watchtower on the grounds. A knotted rope that was made from materials that were suspiciously as soft as real human hair was dangling from the window, reaching all the way to the ground.

The guests were getting a kick out of standing below and asking her to let her hair down.

Nobles filled the grounds, the air was thick with the scent of nature mixed with thick perfumes that could make a dragon sneeze. Cobblestones destroyed as many glass slippers as they could.

The medical tent in the courtyard which Sigrid had insisted upon was one of the most popular places being visited. Glass and fashion did not often mix well.

Lady Iryne was dressed like a fairy godmother but she was not the only one. This turned her into the fashion critique of the night as she was determined to the best dressed fairy god mother at her ball.

Sigrid could only sharpen her ears and crunch on her snacks as she watched the chaos unfold.

When Lady Percival turned up in gown that dripped of green leaves and radiated like moonlight, waving her wand around, Lady Iryne told her she was as radiant as thirty year old cheese. noveldrama

Lady Percival placed a fictional curse on Lady Iryne and marched away angrily, in search of the wine.

When Lady Petunia showed up in a gown with wings that flapped magically. Lady Iryne told her that she looked like a fly, if it turned human and kept its wings.

Sigrid had nearly choked on her juice when she heard that. Cosmos had laughed so hard that he had fallen out of a window.

Duchess Crane had come in an ancient thick dress, sitting on a palanquin carried by six bare chested knights. Her entrance was jaw dropping as was the very long crown on her head and tall wand with a red ruby.

While others praised her for her creativity, Lady Iryne claimed the dress was not vintage, it was older than time and mildew.

Then came Minister Esme, dressed in a dress that was whiter than snow and rounder than a globe. Lady Iryne had tapped her on the back and said, "Oh sweetie, this is whimsy, its dizzy."

Lord Thorin had to intervene and pull her away from the guests as she was going to ruin the ball with all her smart comments. Nobody had asked for a review of their outfits, they would read them tomorrow in the paper. They would also watch Lady Claude and Miss Nora Ashford criticize their outfits on television in a fashion segment that was run daily for a hour from 1.30 to 2.30 p.m.

Cosmos was unhappy when his favorite person was kept from doing one of the things she did best: give unnecessary opinions. He found a place behind Sigrid in one of the corners of the garden and sat down. "Your father is a bore."

"My father knows that one of these women will punch my mother in the nose if she doesn’t shut up." Sigrid replied.

"Why are you hiding out her in the corner and why is it dark?" Cosmos asked.

The garden was sparkling brighter than the moon and stars combined. Sigrid’s corner however was unusually dark. When someone looked over there, they would not even notice her, the panther Void or a griffin.

She moved her eyes around, searching for traces of her husband in the crowd. "Dark corners at balls are the places where all the scandalous things happen. I am waiting for couples to sneak over here to kiss or fondle and then I will clear my throat and scare them." Sigrid laughed. "Devious, right?"

"What is wrong with you?" Cosmos shook his head.

"I want to be entertained. Even with television and phones, there is still not enough to keep me on my couch all day, laughing or crying over a movie or soap opera. And I don’t even like soap operas." She replied.

"You have become lazy." He said.

She threw some crunchy nuts in her mouth. "I am not lazy, I am on vacation. I don’t know what is going on with this baby but he seems to be sucking up all my strength. I think he fed me a vitality leeching potion."

Cosmos frowned. The baby was in Sigrid’s womb, how could he have walked out, brewed a potion, fed to his mother and returned to the womb without her noticing? "You have not yet returned Emmah to Eldoria, why don’t you go do that? Or why don’t you go and assist Alexander to take Medoris’s capital quickly? You also still have mages to hunt down."

Sigrid yawned tiredly. "And I will get to it all. I am getting daily reports on Emmah. Apparently Dame Amelia finally realized her ties to Mirena and sprung her from the training program.

She is still training but not as intensely as she did before. Dame Amelia hired teachers to teach her Medorian etiquette and assigned her maids. She is enjoying the royal princess treatment over there.

I want Emmah to enjoy it for a while, relax and get used to it and then I will leap out of the shadows like her worst nightmare and drag her back here."

Cosmos’s lips curled a little in a smile. So she was still scheming despite her newly found love for laziness.

Sigrid sat up curiously and looked at Cosmos. "Do you think I should wait for the moment when Dame Amelia introduces her to the public as the daughter of the lost princess or should I choose another random moment of no significance which is very boring and unmemorable and uneventful?"