The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 412: Emmah’s last walk.

She was once easily Eldoria’s most beautiful woman and certainly its most fortunate one. Luck had followed her

like a shadow and her nhad been whispered through the city walls and beyond like a song. The bastard

daughter of a noble lord, the savior of the crown prince, the woman who made men turn their heads and sigh in

their dreams. Her rise was the stuff of ballads written by dwarfs.

Indeed, they had written a few songs but her. Songs that would have spread to many empires if her luck had

stayed with her.

Her hairstyle after the debutante ball had been emulated by many fashionable noble women. The jewelry she

had worn was sold in every corner. She should have been destined for nobility--even royalty as the only wife of

King Raff's favorite son Benjamin. Even if it was not him, it should have been any of the other princes.

She should have been Eldoria’s first Empress.

Her nwas Lady Emma Fairfax.

No one called her that now.

They called her murderer, curse, plague and daughter of misfortune.

A fortnight had passed since she was brought back to Eldoria in chains. Her trial had lasted three days, She was

declared guilty and her fate was execution, declared by Empress Sigrid.

Her words had been,"Justice may be delayed, but it cannot be denied. Let the people remember her rise and fall

from grace, her greed and vanity and her immorality which led to her destruction."

Her sentence had been declared: Public shaming through the city followed by execution at dusk. She would see

the sunlight before darkness becher final home.

The day had cand the process started at dawn. Lady Emmah Fairfax, once the most beautifully dressed

woman in the empire was dressed in plain brown linen. She walked barefoot from the prison on the mage estate

where her last remaining magic had been stripped to the market place.

Her once fashionable hair had been shaved off completely. Her wrists were bound in black ropes. A knight and a

mage led the procession, ringing bells and shouting her sins. People gathered as she stood still to endure the

shaming and their wrath.

Sjeered and called her names, murderer was the loudest of them all.

Scried. Mostly, it was the children of the deceased Lady Jane Fairfax, the woman she had murdered. Others

were children from the orphanage that had been touched by her kindness. They recalled the sweet girl they

knew many moons ago and wondered how she had cto such a fate.

Swatched in silence, wondering if this was truly her fate. Somehow, she had always managed to beat the

odds and bounce back. Maybe she would create a miracle, one last time.

Sthrew rotting food at her, anything they could get their hands on. Eggs, tomatoes, leafy greens. Anything.

Dirt soiled her feet, the smell of rot clung to her. She was pulled away and led to another venue to continue the

condemnation.

When dusk was about to arrive, she was taken to the center of the city where criminals were executed. She was

presented before the Empress and Emperor.

Sigrid stood from her chair, surrounded by her royal knights, men and women. Her robe trailed the cobble stone

ground as she approached Emmah. She made a single gesture and blocked off all sound.

"You could have lived a different life, you could have been the wealthiest woman in the world. You could have

been the greatest female knight. You could even have been Empress if you picked one path and stuck to it."

Sigrid’s gaze held spity. "You could have been great if you did not jump from one man to another

indecisively and choose to schlike a villain rather than live like heroine. Why did you live this way?"

Emmah looked up, her eyes were filled with anger. "I thought about it long and hard when | was in Medoris.

Every step that | took, there was a shadow looming over me, someone that ruined all my plans.

| realized then that it started with you. All my misfortunes lead back to you. When | returned as the savior of the

crown prince, you stoppedfrom being his wife. | wanted the Eclipsion sword but you told the king about it

too.

You made sure that | was betrothed to Bumblebert. You intervened in my movie, you spread rumors about me.

You wrote the letters that made Lady Jane hateeven before | stepped foot in the Fairfax home.

At first, | thought that maybe you were just another transmigrator but then | realized that you were much more

than that. You know that this world is a book. | only saw the cover and read a few lines.

But you...you are different. You have always known the plot and that is why you were ahead ofall this time.

You destroyed the Windrider’s, you destroyed the Ye’s. You destroyed...."

"I hear a lot of you but no I." Sigrid cut in. "Do you mean to say that you have no responsibility in your downfall?"

Emmah mumbled on, "You keptand Prince Firron apart. It was you that had someone kill my mother..."

Sigrid cast a spell over her, stealing her voice. Nobody needed to hear Emmah’s last words.

"You are a villain and so am I. One of us was always meant to kill the other." She told her. "If you had not been

greedy to step on others to climb the ladder, you would not be here today. This is not a world by the way, it

is a world inspired by a . My life and yours, they have never had to follow the plot. | changed mine, you

could have changed yours.

| wanted to give you the sdeath you were supposed to give me, but | changed my mind this week. This is a

world with magic. If | keep you alive for a moment, | am afraid that you will cback to haunt me.

So, | am giving you a gift of swift death. Goodbye, Emmah Fairfax or whatever your nis."

Sigrid backed away and returned to her seat.

"What did she say?" Roland asked her.

Sigrid shook her head. "Nothing worth hearing."

Roland took her hand in his and smiled. "Is now a bad tto remind you that I love you?"

Sigrid shook her head and laughed. "I hope not because | would love to tell you that | love you too."

Roland squeezed her hand gently. Of all times to admit her feelings, she was choosing the moment that she had

been waiting for: Emmah’s death. "Only you would admit your love forwhen someone is about to be

beheaded."

"Because now | know that we have a chance to live." Sigrid answered. She touched her belly. "All three of us."

Roland raised his hand, signalling that the execution could begin. Emmah glared at the royal couple, hoping for a

miracle that would allow her a chance to escape and kill Sigrid.

In the final moment however, she turned her head away from the couple and closed her eyes. Maybe if she

opened them again, she would be back in the real world and all this a nightmare.

She bowed her head.

The blade fell.