The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 368: What choice would she make?

Lady Florentine stood up as sitting was no longer serving her. "He brought it on himself. If Raff had married my daughter early or treated her...."

"Stop." Sigrid raised her hand because she did not want to hear it. "This man was betrothed to your daughter but never looked her way. He never called on her or courted her. He flirted with other women and engaged in love affairs with mistresses that he kept in every city in this empire.

This should have been the very first sign that you needed to terminate the betrothal. Even before he married the queen, he was humiliating her. We can both be honest, the queen is a beautiful woman. She developed an ugly heart over the years but she remains a beauty. She could have had her pick of men.

The king only came to marry your daughter when he wanted your help in helping him sit permanently on the throne. You all knew what he was after.

You and your husband and your entire family, you were greedy for the throne. You sold your daughter for the pride that comes attached to the title of queen."

"Like your family sold you." Lady Florentine hit the floor with her cane.

Sigrid sneered, "I was not sold. My grandfather turned the king down at least three times when he tried to marry me to the crown prince. It was not until the King threatened to marry me to the nasty Viscount Durin that I chose to marry Roland." She pointed to her chest. "I chose to marry, my parents did not decide for me, I decided for myself.

If I had said no, my grandfather would have been very willing to uproot the entire Thorin family and move us to Medoris. That or rebel. As long as it guaranteed that I would be happy, he would have done anything. My parents and brothers too, they were ready to do whatever it took to protect me. What did you do to protect your daughter?"

Lady Florentine clenched her jaw and she sat down. To that question, she had no answer because she had not done a damn thing when the decisions were being made. Her voice had not been heard and neither was Maurelia’s.

But it was not like Maurelia had been unwilling to marry. She had always been proud to be betrothed to the Crown prince and she desired to be his wife. What had been wrong with fulfilling her wish and destiny?

Sigrid touched the pocket of the green cloak draped around her shoulders and brought out a small vial that she placed on the table. "You know that you are never going to leave this room alive. For as long as your daughter lives, you will continue to be stuck here. And if she dies before you, you will die along with her because news of your sickness was spread all through the empire. Pictures of the both of you in which you are covered in boils were shared with the citizens through the news. Out in the streets, a lot of people are praying for your recovery."

Lady Florentine laughed. The sound was accompanied by slumped shoulders and a resigned shake of the head. This was not the outcome she saw when she stopped the carriage of the crown princess and demanded to see her daughter. "What a waste of prayers."

To that, Sigrid made no response. Instead, she continued to expand on the fate of Lady Florentine.

"After your death, your bodies will be cremated and the ashes will be sent to back your home. Roland and I, we will give you both a grand funeral." She turned her head and looked at the bed where the queen was being held down by maids because she was fighting to stand up. "But, I doubt that the queen is ready to die now and she is so much younger than you and in full health. It will be a very long time until she dies but he only way you will ever leave this castle Lady Florentine, is in an urn."

Lady Florentine’s lips formed a half-smile. "And my grandson, what does he think of all this?"

"You have more than one." Sigrid reminded her.

They both knew that she was not talking about Prince Galen.

"Will he really continue to stand by and watch as his mother suffers and perishes?" Lady Florentine reached out for the vial.

Sigrid raised to her feet, done with the conversation. "He has visited a few times and yet he has never bothered to enter this bedroom or ask the maids to bring her out so that he can look or talk to her.

A mother that failed to love and care for her son all through his life and only used him to advance her plots and those of her family should have seen this coming.

Love is repaid by love often and hatred is repaid by hatred. She did not cultivate an affectionate relationship with him then and now it is too late. After her death, he will give her a grand funeral and then move on with his life as if she was never in it. Just as it was when she was alive."

Sigrid turned to leave.

"If you were in my shoes right now, what would you do?" Lady Florentine shouted a question a little desperately.

Sigrid stalled her feet and tilted her head to the right. "I have always been decisive. I would try to kill everyone here and escape. If I failed three times, then I would end it all for myself and my child. Living like this is not living, after all." noveldrama

"We could be rescued you know." She said.

Sigrid scoffed, "Then I will follow you to to your home and kill all of your children and every De-Kensington alive. But don’t worry, sooner or later, I will send your sons and all the De-Kensington’s that fail to get in line to join you in hell."

Lady Florentine clenched her hands around the vial. She suddenly looked so defeated and so old. She called to memory every word that been written in the letter which Lord Benwick sent her husband back then.

It was pity that they ignored a sound warning. Benwick was right about Raff Maximus destroying the De-Kensington house.

But, even he could not have predicted who would strike the final blow.

Slowly, she walked towards to the bed with trembling legs. She climbed up and hugged her daughter. When Maurelia was younger, there was a song she used to sing to her whenever she was in a bad mood, in pain or sad. It seemed like a good time to sing the song.