The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 374: The lies in the eulogy.

Facing the crowd of mourners in the church, Sigrid hoped that her eyes were red enough to prove that she had cried. Glancing in the direction of the camera which was covering the funeral, she dabbed the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief and sniffed.

Somewhere in the crowd, someone sobbed loudly.

"Today we have come together to mourn the passing of a sovereign, a great woman whose presence once filled this empire with quiet thunder.

Queen Maurelia De-Kensington Maximus was not just born to rule--she chose it. With grace sharpened by steel and diplomacy as flexible as the air, she brought change to a kingdom that was fractured and helped shape it into an empire where we all can sleep peacefully and dare to dream.

She was not just a queen. She was more than a crown. She was a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister and a friend. She built schools so that girls could get an education and have a chance to achieve greater things. noveldrama

She sent pastries to grieving widows and three gold coins each to sustain them for a while. She built a hospital, supported three orphanages and encouraged the spreading of knowledge on agriculture because she did not want anyone in Eldoria to go a day without food.

She was as sweet as she liked her tea, five spoons of sugar in each cup. Her gaze was as sharp as that of a knight on the battlefield and she could silence a room with one stare."

Sigrid paused and sniffed, dabbing at her eyes again before continuing.

"As tough as she was, she liked to make jokes. I will never forget when I was grieving the loss of my first child and to comfort me she made up some jokes that I would love to share with you.

A dwarf walks into a tavern and tavern keep asks, "Why the long beard?" The dwarf sighs, "I got lost in it three weeks ago."

Some people chuckled, even the dwarfs in the chapel.

"Why did the mage fail mathematics class? He kept trying to summon the answer."

Again, she scored some laughs.

"What do you call a queen who can juggle? Her Majesty of multitasking."

As the mourners laughed, she continued on with her fake eulogy, "I am saddened that a queen with such a warm heart is gone. Her scars, though unseen were many and they were all for us. She carried the weight of the crown into sleepless nights and early mornings. She carried it into hungry days and quiet mourns behind stain glance windows.

After she contracted the unknown plague, she continued to work in any capacity that she could and she was often overheard sharing advise through the windows and doors. For her, duty came above herself.

In her final season, Queen Maurelia did not fade, She became a legend that will live in our hearts forever. Her final words --"May our empire shine beyond the stars"--are etched into our history.

We say farewell not just to a Queen, but a light--a bright sparkling star that once beamed and guided Eldoria through a dark time.

May her legacy remain long after her reign and may she rest in peace."

As she returned to her seat, the mourners applauded her. It was not usual for people to applaud a eulogy but something about the simple, respectful, touching words of the crown princess were deserving of praise.

Unlike those that had given small speeches and eulogies that were political in nature or overly dramatic, hers cut straight to the point. It was not about performance but connection.

Outside the chapel, Roland was leaning against the wall next to one of the windows. He had heard every word of Sigrid’s eulogy. The urge to vomit boiled in the depths of his stomach and he bent down and retched. He felt sick.

It was a farce, everything was a lie. There was no truth in anything that she said and yet she said it with such emotion like it was the truth.

Those jokes they were lies too. When Sigrid had a miscarriage, his mother’s biggest concern was how soon she would get pregnant again.

It was this habit of his wife that frightened him sometimes. She was good at lying that he often didn’t know when she was being truthful or deceiving him to get her way.

"I cannot believe that she has succeeded in humanizing her." Galen bit into a sandwich.

The look on his face was not that of a grieving son. For him, the dead queen was no different from Consort Rina. Both were the king’s women and none was his mother.

Speaking through a full mouth, Galen added, "We should be glad that your wife is talented and willing to cover for both of us otherwise, what would we have done about the eulogy? You are retching and I am eating and we both hate our dearly departed mother."

Roland’s doubts dampened and he sighed.

Lord Evermore handed him some mouth wash and water to clean his mouth.

"Two funerals, one after the other." Galen sucked juice out of a straw and then smacked his lips. "Do you think that the royal family is cursed? Our father was struck by an assassin and he lays unconscious to date. Aunt Romilda is now a fool, Benjamin is....I don’t know what he is but I will say attempted murderer or bad knight. Our grandmother and mother died on the same day. We seem to be attracting a lot of misfortune."

Roland closed his eyes and took deep calming breaths.

"Then again, after what our mother did, we are safer with her six feet in the ground than above." Galen muttered.

Roland quickly glared at his brother, willing him to shut up with his gaze. The queen’s infidelity surfacing at a time when the king was unconscious was not good for them.

It would not take much for someone to lay claims to the throne. They had a bastard brother to worry about, there was no need to add more contenders and send Eldoria spiraling into a war for the throne.

The priest finished the last of his sermon and then red knights in royal uniforms stepped up to carry the casket and deliver it to its final place of burial.

Sigrid sent a message to Alistair. It was time for the king to wake up. Just as Galen had told Roland, there had been many misfortunes in the royal affair. The empire needed some good news.

And her, she needed to be in Medoris before night fell.