The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 176: No weakness in a crown princess.

Chapter 176: No weakness in a crown princess.

Lunch was a meal rich in tension and vegetables, which made up seventy percent of the foods that the doctor had recommended for Sigrid to eat. She could hardly take a bite, the meal was unsatisfactory.

No matter how much coaxing was done, nobody could get her to take more than five mouthfuls. Instead, she settled for coffee and fried eggs with some fruit.

Through the meal, she had to keep wiping away stray tears, eventually Mauve took over tear wiping duty until the meal was finished and Sigrid finally faced the uncomfortable eyes of her husband and family.

"I know that everyone has questions so go on. Ask me what you want to know or tell me what has been happening in the past three days."

Roland went first, "What do you remember about...." he bit his tongue to stop himself from calling it an accident.

"The attack." John finished for him.

Sigrid took a moment to respond, her eyes moved around, appearing to be deep in thought before she responded. "I recall a pain in my stomach and then I think I vomited blood." Her right hand moved to her neck. "I recall Oliver Ye’s hands on my neck, someone...I think Blythe Ye suggested that they kill me and then I was shoved out of a window."

Duke Thorin slammed his fist on the table really hard. The table trembled and a glass fell to the floor. "How dare they lay their hands on the crown princess. The Ye family thinks having wealth is everything. They must pay the price for what they have done."

Everyone at the table had long known that the Ye’s were on their list of enemies. They just didn’t think that the opportunity to deal with them would come at such a high cost.

"Our grandchild will not die for nothing." Duchess Mila threw a plate to the floor. "I am so furious, I am burning with anger....I just want to...." She picked up another plate and broke it.

Then another and another, going until ten plates had been broken successfully. But it was not enough to soothe her anger still.

"Blood for blood, it is the only satisfactory price." Elowin said.

Around the table, the somber mood reigned supreme, silence ate away in the room. There was a loss of what to say, grief and anger mixed and boiled as they tried to be as normal as they could in the circumstances. The doctor had said that Sigrid’s mood should be cheerful but nobody could bring themselves to smile or crack a joke.

In the silence, Sigrid took Roland’s hand and squeezed it firmly. Everyone’s focus was on her, she in the meantime was worried about him. While she had been sleeping, how had he been coping?

The voice of a female reporter for ENTV or Eldoria national television cut into the silence.

"Sources from The Vale are reporting that the crown princess has finally opened her eyes which is great news for all the kingdom. We have been told that the King will not be waiting to deal with the murderers of the royal heir. A trial will be held within two hours...."

The television was suddenly switched off and when everyone turned their heads to see who had done it, they saw Mrs. Elsworth with the remote.

"My apologies everyone but I have just received word from princess Elarin that the trial is going to be held today and your presence is needed in the royal castle. Now, a decision must be taken, how should the crown princess appear at this trial. Will she be pale and weak or strong and formidable."

Gazes were traded around the table, after looking at each other their eyes moved to Sigrid. Her personality was something they were familiar with, pale and weak was not how she wanted to be seen no matter what had happened.

"Formidable." Duchess Mila declared.

Lady Iryne agreed. "The crown princess cannot show weakness."

If it was simply Sigrid Thorin, nobody would think twice if she cried her lungs out and stepped out of the house as pale as a ghost but as a crown princess, such weakness was not allowed.

"I will go get changed." Sigrid announced.

When she stood up, everyone else did the same. Their behavior was awkward, as if they were afraid to let her walk on her own. For a group of people that had just agreed on her need to show strength, they seemed to be hellbent on canoodling her.

"I can handle it." Sigrid stopped her mother and grandmother from following.

She walked away with her head held high and her steps steady. As soon as her shadow disappeared in the long hallway, Lady Iryne sat down and started to cry.

"What are we going to do? Siggy is in so much pain." she croaked out between broken sobs.

Roland stood up before another round of reassurances would begin.

"I will help her change."

He hurried out of the room before anyone could stop him and when his feet hit the hallway, he broke into a full run. He raced as if he was fighting against time itself. He took the steps two a time, three for some and reached the bedroom.

Like a storm, he entered the room with great energy. "Get out." he barked an order at the maids.

Not one of them resisted, they scurried out like little rats and closed the door. Without wasting a single moment, Roland grabbed Sigrid’s arms and pulled her into his embrace.

"I am so sorry, I should have protected you better. I should have followed you around at that stupid tea party. It wasn’t even an important event, why the hell did we go?" his voice broke, holding back a sob that was threatening to spill out of his mouth uninvited. "I should have caught you when you were falling. I....."

"Stop." She put her hands around his waist as she responded. "Stop blaming yourself, this is not on you its on me. I failed to protect our child and it will never happen again."

Slowly, she moved her hands from his waist to his back, patting it gently.

"Its not on you Roland, the Ye’s are to blame. They killed our child, they should pay. We will have time to talk and comfort each other later. For now I suggest that we both get dressed and head to the royal castle. In this trial, if the king does not sentence them to death, he must strip them of their noble titles.

Their mines should be taken back by the royal family and they should be sent into exile. As for Oliver Ye, he must die."

"If he doesn’t get a death sentence, he will die at my sword. I will make sure of it." Roland’s hands tightened around her. "Even if he is sentenced to be beheaded, I will do it personally."