The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 248: Disdain all around.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, Roland was surprised to see that it was already eight in the morning

and nobody had woken them up. Sigrid was still out, her body laid out on top of him.

She was the one that had woken him up in fact by sucking on the side of his neck and making suckling sounds.

As a matter of fact, she was still doing it even though her eyes were closed.

Her teeth clamped down and he winced. "Sigrid..." he groaned out her name. He did not know what she was

eating in her dream but he was sure it looked nothing like him.

While trying to dislodge her off his body, he realized that he had another problem, his manhood was rising. She

was naked, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her lush hair was spilled out over her shoulders, as ever she

was more than beautiful.

He wanted her again, and he intended to have her, so he rolled her over, heart beating fast already. He felt like

thief as his hands parted her thighs, with only one thought. The thought of entering her then and there but he

stopped when he noticed that her eyes were open.

"It’s okay, just go back to sleep." he said.

She looked at the way their bodies were positioned and raised her eyebrows. In turn, Roland blushed like a

criminal caught in the act. He decided to abandon the thought and take a cold shower.

She wrapped grabbed onto his back, smiled and pulled him down. "I have a say in this, don’t I? You are my

husband, we are not having an affair. It is not wrong of you to want me. As a matter of fact, | love it when you

want me. If you ever stop that is when | will begin to worry." She stroked his chest, slowly igniting the fire that he

had been planning to put out.

Lowering his mouth to kiss the side of her lips, he said, "I think | married the best woman in the world."

"Of course you did." she boasted.

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Emmah was in hell, or Fairfax hell as she had cto think of it within only an hour of arriving on the Fairfax

estate. As soon as she stepped onto the cobbled path leading to the main building the butler that had been

smoking had been the first to welcher with a derisive glance.

She knew immediately that her arrival been foretold.

When she entered the house, Lady Jane, her father’s wife had stared ah her coldly even though her expression

appeared to be composed. In the cold eyes, Emmah had seen humiliation and fury and something far worse than

both....a promise of vengeance. Given how their last encounter had gone, Emmah was not surprised at all.

As she was led to he main living room, the servants whispered, their eyes barely concealing the contempt they

felt towards her. Emmah stared back at them with disdain. even if she was a bastard, she was a noble bastard.

They were commoners so what made them think they were better than her?

It irked her that they barely acknowledged her, curtsied or inclined their heads in greeting. When she established

herself, she would show them all.

The butler announced her arrival and left. Emmah was told to remain standing by the Count James Fairfax

himself. His wife sneered openly as she looked over Emmah, the bastard granddaughter that Derrick had decided

to bring home.

"You should return to the gutters where you belong, trash like you should live with other trash." Lady Jane loudly

said, her voice like poisoned honey.

His secondary wife, Lady Darin Fairfax seemed to share a similar opinion, judging by the scathing look that she

gave Emmah.

It had taken a mutual enemy for the women to unite and the nof the enemy was Emmah. Neither one of

them wanted her there.

Emmabh lifted her chin, proudly refusing to shrink beneath their judgement. She had been wishing to be of noble

blood since she transmigrated, dreaming of a moment like this. Now that it had arrived, not even their scorn

would stop her rise. She would be like Lady Blanche if she had to; evil. She would not be cast aside like an

unwanted shadow.

"lI am Lord Derrick Fairfax’s daughter," she said in a shaky voice. "I am a Fairfax, | belong here."

The young Lord Birch Fairfax, one of her half brothers snorted openly, his arms crossed as he watched her with

amused eyes. "You are the daughter of that whorish maid of the Thorin’s that my father was playing around with.

| have always know who you are but | never thought you would someday darken our walls. Like mother, like

daughter, you have no sensibility on what not to do."

"My father is the reason why | stand here. Without him, | would not have been born so if you want to blame

someone for not being sensible, look again." Emmah replied.

The silence that followed was thick with disbelief. Emmah was very pleased with herself, she was determined not

to falter. Not even the piercing warning that her father sent her would make her back down. It was him that she

wanted to please, it was the Count himself.

She was willing to do whatever it

took for him to acknowledge her. She

would endure their cruelty, whispers,

hatred and attempts tg prea her.

Sprepwobidgrit her teeth and truly

learn the ways of nobility. That

etiquette that she disdained, she

would master it and one day, when

she took the helm of the family, they

would all regret ever looking down on

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The count had been quiet, reading his paper as if nothing was happening. He folded it and handed it to valet.

"The girl has a backbone."

Lord Derrick looked his father’s way and said, "I apologize, | already told her how she is expected to behave. |

guess that she still needs breaking in."

"lI am not a wild horse, | do not need to be broken." Emmah spoke for herself.

"She speaks when not spoken to." The count coughed, turned his head to spit in a handkerchief his valet was

holding and then finally looked at Emmah.

Emmah was feeling the urge to

defend herself when her voice was

suddenly lost. It was done Sydpen

lucky halp enher aos was

glowing very faintly now. After the

Eclipsion sword was handed over to

the bank, it had lost more energy.

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Even the halo was tired of helping

Emmah at this point, she was a fool

whose pride cfirst and common

sense followed latex Hahd in Hand

Wit regret If she was willing to

endure it all, to learn the ways of this

noble family, why then had she

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thrown all of her father’s advice out

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