The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress
Chapter 399: Dove’s determination.

Chapter 399: Dove’s determination.

Lady Dove Wheatley was still in Eldoria and she was very dissatisfied with how things had left off with Roland. As she watched him on television, her heart refused to keep calm, the greed just multiplied.

All night long, Dove had twisted and turned in bed, wondering what she could do to remedy her troubles. She also asked herself how far she was willing to go to get what she desired.

As it turned out, she was willing to do anything. She did not want love and happiness with another, just Roland Maximus. All she had to do was get rid of the obstacle.

At 3:00 a.m. something in her had snapped and she had come to a decision. A decision that led her to the door of the Horse Keepers, a secret society that she had heard about from whispers among Eldorian knights in the war. They specialized in creating misfortune, accidents...that kind of thing.

Murder was not their cup of tea because active knights of different houses and the royal army took on the jobs so they had a small conscience. But if one was looking to ruin another, it was the place to go.

She watched Roland and Sigrid’s rise to power while waiting for someone to tend to her. Sigrid handed Roland a bouquet of flowers, he accepted them and kissed her on the lips.

Dove’s face was marred by ugly jealousy.

"They make a handsome couple, don’t they?" A masked figure slipped into the room.

Dove looked away from the television. She thought not, but she did not say.

The masked man sat down and said, "Name and business, be honest and be quick."

Dove did not want to share her name but she had heard about their rules. If you sought their services, you had to leave a name so that they would know who to go to if they were betrayed.

"Dove Wheatley. My trouble is the new Empress." She replied.

The masked man laughed. "What you seek will be very costly...very, very costly."

Dove raised her hands to her neck and removed her beautiful gold pearl necklace. "This will fetch you no less than one hundred thousand in gold. One-fifty in some places. More in distant lands."

The masked man took the necklace and put it away. "Do share what misfortunes you seek to send the Empress’s way. Do you wish to smear her reputation, scar her somewhere tactical. Should she fall off a horse and become paralyzed?"

Dove hesitated, but only for a moment. "I want her scarred, her face preferably. I will pay more if she cannot bear children. As for her reputation, it will take care of itself when she fails in the one duty which is expected of her."

The masked man winced. "Unfortunately, the Empress is already pregnant."

Dove slammed her hand on the table. "Then get rid of it and make sure that she does not bear anymore heirs."

The masked man shook his head. "We don’t kill and we especially don’t kill the innocent and what she carries is an innocent child." He placed the gold pearl necklace on the table. "If you wish to scar her permanently, we can do that, but only that. If it is not good enough for you, take your necklace and be on your way."

Dove stood up. "I will take what I can get, as for other things I will find another way."

****

At the royal castle, Roland’s birthday was still ongoing, drinks and food were overflowing. The celebrations had long spilled into the streets and trumpets were still blowing on walls, celebrating the rise of a new Emperor.

Sigrid was sitting, receiving noble women, one after the other that were offering their congratulations. Lady Iryne and Duchess Mila were right beside her, receiving any gifts on her behalf or invitation cards.

Mauve and Christie were standing behind Sigrid, taking the gifts from the Thorin women and passing them off to servants. They were also receiving their own congratulatory messages. They were no longer close friends and trustees of a crown princess. They were close friends and trustees of the Empress.

That difference in status was very big. Their own mothers were sharing drinks and smiling coyly at the envious mothers of other daughters that had not been lucky to hold the position of ladies-in-waiting to an Empress.

As the day moved along, Galen found Sigrid and asked to speak to her in private. They walked away from the crowd and moved to the royal chapel.

"Do that sound blocking magic thing." He told her.

Sigrid raised her wand and cast a spell, blocking their conversation from all ears, curious and passing by.

"Has my brother talked to you about Benjamin?" He asked her.

"No." Sigrid replied.

She was aware of the visit and the conversation that the two brothers had. For now, she was still staying out of it, waiting for Benjamin to leave the city before she could act. Roland wanted to have a clean conscience and she wanted that for him. He was an honorable man. She loved that about him.

His decision was foolish, but he was honorable.

Galen swung his hand, spilling the wine in the glass he was holding. "So you are not aware that he has ordered Benjamin to go into exile?" He tossed the glass aside completely. "The first rule of sending someone into exile is to know where they are going so that you can keep your eye on them at all times. My brother the emperor told Benjamin to just go anywhere as long as it was outside Eldoria. Can you believe that?"

"Can." Sigrid nodded. "Your brother believes that everyone is capable of discerning and making the right choices. He thinks that Benjamin will understand that the exile is a way for them both to live. Roland will be able to live with himself and Benjamin will be able to live a full life."

"Well he is wrong." Galen hissed like a feral animal.

Sigrid took a step back. "Calm down Galen, I do not agree with the decision as well."

Galen exhaled. He was glad that she saw things the way he did. Roland was making a mistake. "Oh, good. Now maybe you can talk sense into my brother and convince him to sentence that traitor to death. He left the former king to die, he deserves to be hung. If it were anybody else, an ordinary knight, we would not be discussing this. He would have been buried long before now."

"You really need to calm down Galen." Sigrid replied.