The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 209: Male lead my ass!

Sigrid had never seen a more foolish male lead than Benjamin Maximus. He had just heard his father mention his mother’s background and use the word whore in the same sentence and his first thought was to run to the world announce that the queen was a whore!!

With this kind of thinking, how could he be the male lead? In fact all of his decisions were wrong most of the time and she could not tell if it was an effect of her interference with the plot or his character.

King Raff turned back to Queen Maurelia who was sniveling. "I have other ways to handle this without exposing the shame of this family."

He gestured for his knights to come forward and pointed at the naked red knight. "Take him out and kill him. Cut him into pieces and feed his body to the dogs. If he has a family, tell them he died doing his job."

The naked red knight raised his head and shook it frantically, desperation poured out of his eyes. "Your highness please, spare me. I don’t know what happened, I would never dare to sleep with the queen." He shouted.

"Gag his mouth before he shouts this out to everyone along the way and dress him up so that the servants won’t speculate about his nakedness." Sigrid ordered. "We do need Solandor’s prince’s hearing about this."

The red knight was knocked unconscious, dressed and dragged out. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

King Raff turned to look at Orena. She was already trembling and in tears. The knowledge that she was about to die was overpowering__so much so that she lost control of her bladder.

"If I kill you randomly, people will notice and nose around especially if they know that you were invited into my castle today. But if I let you go, I will remain uneasy because I don’t know what you might say and to whom you might say something about this night to." He gestured at the red knights again. "Take her back to her theater and kill her there, make it look like a theft gone wrong."

Orena found her voice and she let out a high pitched scream. She was knocked unconscious even quicker than the red knight before her. Similarly, she was dressed and carried out.

All that was left now was the queen. The king could not kill her, not without raising questions and setting off the rebellious ambitions of her family and the nobles that supported them.

"What do I do with you?" he asked no one really. "I know..." he squatted down and took a hold of her jaw firmly. "From now on, you don’t need to do your duties as a queen anymore, princess Elarin will be taking over for you. I will not depose you but you will live the rest of your life wishing that I had."

Standing up, he ordered another of his red knights, "Bring me some poison, the kind that makes one blind, mute and weak."

Queen Maurelia’s lost the will to kneel and she fell to the floor.

King Raff was a calculative man, he did not want her dead, he wanted her to remain queen, just a useless queen. She would be stuck in the castle for the rest of her life, never allowed to go beyond the walls of her chambers. He would replace all of her maids with his own people that would watch over her.

Occasionally, he would make sure that glimpses of her were seen on television or in the castle to reassure the people that she was alive and well. It was the best of both worlds for him and he was actually happy that she had been caught in such a stupid mistake.

"Your highness, are you sure? What will you do about her family when they come looking to see her?" Elarin voiced concern.

"They will find her in bed, coughing and looking pale. I will assign royal doctors to watch over her so they will see to it that she is receiving the best care....." He paused and thought about else.

He decided to send for the head mage to cast a spell that would ensure that the poison would never be discovered.

The king turned his eyes to the queens servants, knights and ladies in waiting. They had to be dealt with too to make sure that the story did not exceed these chambers.

The poison was brought and fed to the queen. It was quick acting poison, within a minute, she had lost use of her voice and her eyes were rendered useless. She was placed on the bed and they finally retreated from her chambers.

Sigrid used magic to locate Roland, he was on the training field with a group of red knights, working out his frustration. It seemed to her that he did not plan on sleeping that night, he would train until his body dropped from exhaustion.

She had been told that he had done the same thing when she was in a coma after the miscarriage. When he was not by her bedside, he would be training.

She turned and said to Lanai, "Fetch me heavy blanket and a cloak, I will sleep at the training grounds tonight. My husband should not be alone at such a time, he needs to be reminded that he has someone else that cares for him."

Lanai nodded. Deep down, she wanted to ask Sigrid if it did not worry her that maybe, someday her husband would learn that she had played the biggest role in the downfall of his mother and he would come to resent her. She swallowed the question because it was not in her place to question her mistress.

At the end of the day, the queen had played the first card and the crown princess had protected herself by using the queen’s own plot against her.

On taking the first steps, Sigrid stopped and shook her head. "You know what, forget it."

She untied the strings of the cloak around her shoulders and went to the training field in nothing but her dress. She joined the knights that were sitting around the resting area. They greeted her and she returned the greetings.

They offered her cloaks and gloves to help her stay warm but she turned them down. She endured the cold, gritting her teeth when it exceeded beyond what she could handle. Her fingers trembled, but she was resolute.

She did not even use magic to keep herself warm, not even when it started to drizzle. Drops of water clung to her hair like jewels and though her cheeks burned from the cold, she refused to retreat. As long as her husband was working out his anger under the rain, she would sit and continue to wait.

Word of her appearance on the training grounds spread. Servants left their beds to bring her umbrellas but she refused their shelter. She was the image of delicate resilience.

Eventually, Roland noticed that the number of people on the training grounds had grown abnormally. He looked in the direction where they their eyes lay and he froze. The sight of Sigrid braving the cold rain struck him deeply.