The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 391: Akia’'s terrible life.

Four women that would soon be more famous than anyone else in Eldoria gathered at a tavern named Lady Luck

after leaving the royal castle. Lady Percival owned the tavern and she closed it for a while, to ensure complete

privacy as the ladies had much to discuss.

Drinks were served and the ladies mulled around silently, none willing to speak up first. Duchess Crane and Lady

Thistlebaum were still staring daggers at each other.

Duchess Crane thought Lady Thistlebaum was so bold and shameless. What right did she have to glare angrily

as if she was the wronged party? She was the mistress here.

Lady Thistlebaum thought Duchess Crane was a bitch. She had used shady means to marry Lord Crane even

though she was aware that his heart was not with her. What right did she have to act as if she was the most

innocent party in the mess.

"The nerve of that crown princess." Lady Percival’s slammed a mug of heart fire wine on the table. It was her

preferred brew when she was feeling angry. "I cannot believe that she has been spying on us."

"She is the crown princess, is it a surprise that she knows things she should not?" Miss Ashford was equally

seething but she also knew what the reality was. The ruling house had means to know what was occurring in the

noble houses.

Most used the information for politics. The crown princess was using it for entertainment.

Lady Crane focused on the small hole on the table, thinking about the consequences of what the crown princess

had on her. How long had she known? Who else knew? Someone had brought the information to her so there was

another or sothers that knew this.

"When | get home, | am firing all my maids." Lady Thistlebaum said. "I feed and clothe them but they turn

around and sell my secrets. Ungrateful bitches."

Lady Percival leaned in curiously. "What secret does the Crown Princess know about you?"

Lady Thistlebaum leaned away from Lady Percival. "None of your business. You don’t seeasking about your

secrets so why are you asking about mine?" She stood up and shifted her chair in admonishment, seeking to get

away from the wine stench on Lady Percival’s breath.

Someone needed to keep the woman out of wine barrels. What was her husband doing when she was getting

stupidly intoxicated?

Lady Percival snorted and took a big gulp of wine.

"Lets just agree to keep our secrets to ourselves." Miss Ashford suggested. "What we should be talking about this

reality tv show of the crown princess. We were given reference scripts and we should study and use them as

guides.

Each of the ladies sighed and brought out their manuscripts.

"So, we are supposed to be extravagantly dressed most of the time, followed by maids and assistants, showing

off our wealth and just acting like ourselves." Lady Percival paused and belched. "I can definitely do that as long

nobody touches my wine."

Lady Thistlebaum wrinkled her nose as the smell of Lady Percival’s breath wafted to her nostrils. "I am supposed

to make first entrance and | will be visiting...." She sighed sadly and continued, "Lady Percival."

She slammed the script onto the counter. "I don’t care about the others but when you are filming with me, you

need to put the wine away. | am pregnant, my baby cannot be around alcoholic beverages."

Duchess Crane picked up a wine glass and splashed the contents on Lady Thistlebaum. Miss Ashford stood up

quickly to get out of the way while Lady Percival gasped.

"Now your baby is drunk." Duchess Crane sneered.

A huge quarrel followed.

The ladies were not aware but cameras were already following them around. Lady Percival might have sent all

humans out of the tavern but she did not get rid of Mauve’s Moth and Alistair that was peeking inside through a

half open window.

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On the mage estate, it was training tagain for the mages and Akia had been brought out. She was still very

much a prisoner on the estate and the rule was simple; if she wanted to eat, she had to work.

Her work was countering spells of the mages and fighting back. From her, the young mages were learning a lot.

Initially, she had put up resistance but hunger won after two days of starvation.

Akia was waiting for the day when the Medorian mages cto rescue her, then she would have her revenge.

The Lord mage was addressing the under twelve class outside, introducing them to the magic of cursing dark

spells. For reasons unknown, he was teaching the class from outside, on the golf course.

He was standing on a small hill, high up where the children could see him. Akia was standing on the grass at the

bottom of that small him. She had a wand in her hands but her magic was sealed.

"Yesterday, you learned about these curses in theory, today you get to put the theory to test." He announced.

"We are beginning with Druk Shav the curse of crawling like an animal. It may seem silly but it is very painful,

unnatural and humiliating."

Akia had a terrible feeling. Curses like this, she had used them on so many people that refused to obey her

commands. She hoped that the hateful Eldorians were not planning to use them on her. She was a divine

messenger for heavens sake!

He floated downwards and landed on the ground elegantly, cloak falling around him evenly before he rose

gracefully. Turning around with a swish to his cloak, he pointed his wand at Akia. "Druk Shav."

Akia suddenly screamed as pain shot through her back. She lost control of her body and bent down, taking on a

folding posture and started to crawl while moving her head in twitchy movements.

One girl was so frightened by the sight that she stumbled backwards and fell down.

The Lord mage undid the spell and invite a student to try. They would try it on Akia and each other, before

moving on to another curse.

"I will kill you," Akia mumbled, "I will kill you all."

As she lay on the ground, whimpering and heaving, she imagined the day when she would slaughter them all

and their families. Eldoria would pay for every humiliation that she had suffered since she arrived and the death

of her sister.

More and more, as each day passed, she grew certain that they had killed Anita and they would pay dearly for

that crime.