The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 170: What an unveiling!!

"That is exactly what he has said." Elowin confirmed. "I just don’t remember him being one of us. Do you?" he

turned his head to her, in his eyes was a mischievous glint.

Both of them laughed at the joke which was whispered between only the two of them. Everyone else in the living

room was busy watching television.

Princess Elarin was speaking to the people now.

"His royal highness and | have been looking forward to this new era so much. It is hope....our hope that live

broadcasting will bring us all closer than before..."

While she was talking, something unexpected happened-one of the cameras changed direction to captured two

monkeys that were waltzing gracefully, and then a young boy running after a chicken that was carrying a lizard

in its mouth. About a dozen chicken followed them, loudly clucking and Elarin’s speech was interrupted.

In the different homes, laughter spread among the people, but the head mage quickly regained control by using

a spell to freeze the chicken and turned the camera that had diverted back to the princess.

"Our apologies, we have encountered serr...magical difficulties!"

"Technical difficulties." Someone shouted from the back.

The crowd at the unveiling laughed, and the unveiling continued with so many charmed. The waltzing monkeys

had won many hearts and would always be remembered. In future when the unveiling of television would be

spoken of, nobody would mention the king or Elarin’s speech but they would talk about the waltzing monkeys.

On the television now, reporters were interviewing people on streets, taverns, markets and other places in the

different cities about what their thoughts and expectations were on live television.

"And its a wrap." Sigrid stood up and stretched her arms. Her job was done, the rest was up to a public service

organization the emperor had established to handle all matters to do with broadcasting.

She had given the head mage all her ideas and he had passed them on. Sigrid believed Emmah would contribute

something, she was the type of woman who desired to be seen everywhere.

It would be interesting to see what she brought to the table.

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The Shadowmere estate was nestled on a sprawling piece of land on the edge of the nearest lake to the capital.

The grand hthat belonged to a family of sailors displayed what they did proudly in the open. The walls were

adorned with intricate carvings of waves and ships.

Tall windows reflected the color of water and more waves were carved into them. Magic had been imbued into

the carvings so the waves moved and the sound of the sea accompanied them.

The grounds of the estate were vast, with gardens that were carefully landscaped. Many hedges were cut into

different shapes of boats and ships. Various statues had been raised in different areas of the compound, all the

different gods of the sea or creatures of the sea.

It was rumored that the Shadowmere’s were descended from a sea god which was why they dominated Eldoria’s

sea business and also why they seemed to be protected. No king had ever sought to trouble them.

On this estate currently, a grand celebration was being held. Lady Christie Shadowmere had cof age, a

beauty at only eighteen. She was a young woman with sun-kissed cheeks and a dash of salt in her hair. Many

young titled men had cwith flowers, following their mothers, hoping for an introduction. If it was not for her

looks, it was for the size of her dowry which was rumored to be in the millions in silver.

Lady Christie, who was the center of attention did not look too pleased to have all eyes on her, she was as

restless as her hair. She would much rather have been on a ship than at the party, her heart belonged to the sea.

"Christie, this is Lord Adam Newman." Her mother introduced her to yet another potential suitor. They all looked

the same, eager eyed and sweaty palmed.

Christie smiled, curtsied and sighed as that young Lord retreated.

"Someone saveplease." she mumbled.

"Stop slouching." her mother hissed into her ears.

Christie straightened her hunched shoulders, not because her mother was fussing once again but because magic

horses suddenly swept into the gardens, neighing fiercely and knocked over the tables of food and drink that had

just been organized.

The arrival of the horses sent the guests and family into panic. Everyone's first instinct was to run or hide and it

was what they did.

As the horses settled down, knights of the Shadowmere family arrived, swords in hand ready to defend their

Lords and Ladies.

"Who dares to trespass on my estate without invitation?" The marquess bellowed.

Lord Paxton slid down from the back of the horse and approached the marquess. He opened his cloak and

revealed an identification tag belonging to the crown prince.

The marquess was about to kneel

but Lord Paxton shook his head and

stopped him. He (bite clases and

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whispered tpi, Ge d of the

gliebts and close your gates, nobody

should cin or go out. The food

and drink has been poisoned lives are

in danger, the crown princess sent

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