The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 377: The new season of Lady Blanche.

As funny as that fall was, not one snigger was heard. The servants rushed to help Roland and then replaced the old chair with a new one. The brothers picked up right where they had left off.

"You paint!" Roland exclaimed. "No, I should be more specific. You are Lady Evelina Thistlewood?"

Galen turned red. Hiding behind the crystal glass, he nodded. He was proud of his work but the fictional identity he had taken on was somewhat of a pain in his ass. Because it was a woman’s name, everyone expected the painter to be a woman.

So, he never dared to show his face in public and when necessary, he had a maid that donned a mask and covered her head with a cloak at all times. In disguise, he would tag along like an assistant and whisper to her what to say. "It was not my finest naming moment." Glen put the glass down. "Or decision making moment."

Servants choked down laughter.

Roland looked over Galen with a smug smile. "Nice tits Lady Thistlewood."

Galen hissed. noveldrama

Roland burst into laughter.

Jesting sniggered.

The mood in the sonar was lifted a lot.

"Say that one more time and your wife will have to pick your teeth off the floor." Galen threatened.

Roland snorted. "Like you can beat me."

Galen was about to respond when a familiar theme song was overheard. It came from outside the window and it reminded everyone of what they had forgotten. The second season of the dark rise of Lady Blanche!!

Jesting who usually walked with a cane magically run and switched on the television. Everyone had assumed that they would push the launch of the second season due to the death of the queen. Like Lady Blanche, ENTV had decided to take everyone by surprise with their actions.

"Curse it! I have not had my bath yet." Roland whispered.

All through the castle, guests and servants scrambled. Through the kingdom, citizens behaved in the same way as they rushed to find the nearest televisions. Life suddenly returned and just like that, they seemed to forget that they had been mourning the queen.

The news of the queen’s death had even reached Solandor. Prince Firron had brought an entire flying ship’s worth of crystal visions. Following a manual that Elowin had prepared, the Thorin’s in Solandor had managed to magically connect the empire to Eldoria’s network. Now, they could watch what Eldorian’s watched everyday. They could also add their own tv stations if they wished.

That was how the few Solandorian’s with televisions learned of the death of the Eldorian queen. They followed the funeral proceedings and now, they were about to be introduced to the second season of Lady Blanche.

Those that had been lucky to finish the first season considered themselves lucky because they did not have to wait to continue the scandalous series.

Even Emperor Merek was seated, having been told that some of the plots in the series were inspired by real life events related to nobles and royals.

Back in Eldoria, inside the royal castle, the Thorin’s and royals had gathered in the small amphitheater to watch the series together. Roland and Jesting took pity on those that were unfamiliar with Lady Thorin’s analysis style of watching television. They were in for a treat.

Sigrid got herself a bucket of popcorn and sat next to her mother. Anytime her mother opened her mouth or attempted to raise her hand, she would stuff her mouth with a handful of popcorn.

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One hour later, Sigrid was gently woken up by her mother.

"Siggy, you actually slept through it!" Lady Iryne exclaimed.

Considering the fact that she had not slept for two days, it was not much of a surprise that she had nodded off. Besides, she had already watched the first three episodes of this new season.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Some people were sitting in a flailed posture, in awe of the episode. Others were discussing it loudly or softly. Some were on their phones, asking friends or loved ones if they had watched it.

Nobody seemed to be staring daggers at Lady Iryne.

"I was very well behaved." She told Sigrid like she had read her mind or eavesdropped on her thoughts.

Sigrid was surprised. "How?"

"I am saving it all for the letter which I plan to write to the production team." Lady Iryne sent a threatening look Elowin’s way. She had much she wanted to say in that letter and she had many questions.

Elowin groaned. "Mother, I am too busy to write back and we will not address your questions or take on your advise. There are only three episodes left to shoot for this new season. We will not be making hasty changes which we are unprepared for."

"Aren’t you leaving for your fairy godmother assignment in two days?" John asked her.

Lady Iryne’s eyes lit up. She had been preparing well and studying the rules and guidelines given to her by the council of fairy godmothers. She had her very own damsel in distress to help and she was going to prove that she could get the job done the correct way.

"I was assigned to a young queen named Tyra. She is the fierce ruler of a kingdom that exists between lightning and storms. She holds a golden umbrella that was crafted from the scales of the dragon. I am supposed to help her find true love and learn how to tame the storm in her.

Only when she is fulfilled and happy can the lightning and storms be quelled and the people in the kingdom can live happily ever after and put away their umbrellas." Lady Iryne shared some of the details on her assignment.

"Sounds easy enough." Sigrid said sarcastically.

Lady Iryne was deaf to the sarcasm. "I know. I have already compiled a list of all the princes in her land from neighboring kingdoms. All we have to do is put a ball together, invite them and she can choose the right one. I will have this neatly wrapped in a bow within a week."

Sigrid heard the sound of Cosmos’s laughter coming from somewhere above in the clouds. She knew then that her mother had been set up to be taught a lesson on fairy tales.