The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 306: A most obnoxious lady.

Outside, the instrumentalists were concluding their first song, accompanied by East Ridley that had decided to show off his harp skills.

"That was wonderful." Sigrid whispered, dabbing at a tear in the corner of her left eye. "When did you learn to play the harp East?"

"At the age of four and I have continued to date. It was my mother’s specialty and she taught me. I was not excellent when it came to wielding swords but put a harp in my hands and I can create magic. I actually play for audiences in Medoris and wherever I travel to but I don’t use my name and I wear a mask to avoid being identified."

His harp was special, Sigrid had detected waves of magical energy being emitted as he played. Even the strings were not like ordinary strings of the normal harps. It was most likely to be thread woven by his spider. This harp was no ordinary harp, it was a weapon.

Silently, Sigrid wondered if the harp was anything like those instruments in some games that her asshole fiance used to play back on earth. He was obsessed with games as a teenager. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

She recalled that there was a game in which a character wielded a guitar that summoned lightning and explosions. Did this harp have similar abilities?

Sigrid was about to ask about it when maids came over. The blushing maids organized a table and started laying down food for them. Lanai and Sigrid’s lady’s maids that had just arrived immediately came over and started supervising.

"Your highness, are you sure that you want to dine outside?" Lanai asked.

Sigrid nodded.

The maids stood around, positioning themselves in the right places. If she was too hot, they had fans ready. If she needed a drink, they would pass it to her. If she complained that her foot was aching, they would massage her leg. If the food was too hot, they would cool it down.

"You can go and eat your meals, we will serve ourselves." Sigrid told them.

"No we will not." A voice interrupted, objecting to her decision. It was the voice of Lady Ivory, Deanne’s mother who for some reason had decided to join them without an invitation. "If you don’t allow the servants to do their jobs then you have no need for servants. This will result in their termination and then they will not be able to feed their families." She gestured at Rex to put out a chair for her opposite Sigrid. "Do you honestly think that they will thank you when they have no job and no money to feed themselves and their families? I reckon that they will hate you even more."

She helped herself to a glass of juice, downing it in one gulp. As she put the glass down, she seemed to recall her manners so she stood up and curtsied. "Greetings, your highness, it is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Greetings Lady Ivory." Sigrid responded with a bland smile. "I would have thought that you would be well on your back to your home by now."

"Oh no." Lady Ivory fanned herself. "Whyever would I live this comfortable place? I even managed to acquire myself a role in the new season of The dark rise of Lady Blanche. I will be here until filming is done and I have been told it will take two months."

A sound that sounded like frustration came from Lady Iryne’s mouth.

"Iryne is happy to have me here, your highness. It seems to me like she was suffering from a lack of proper company without me." Lady Ivory declared.

Sigrid raised her eyebrows and she looked at her mother. It seemed, Lady Ivory was assuming that she was already on first name basis with the Thorin’s.

Lady Ivory looked up and snapped her fingers at Lanai. "Fetch us some of those wonderful ginger ales. Be a dear and be fast about it."

Lanai remained where she was. "I apologize Lady Ivory but I am not a kitchen maid. I am the crown princess’s lady’s maid."

Lady Ivory’s face twitched and her lips thinned in anger. "Are you going to let her talk to me like that?" She asked Sigrid. "This is why every noble should find maids of good breeding. How can you serve the crown princess if you don’t know your place?"

Sigrid looked the right and gestured with her head in Brolin’s directions.

Please escort Lady Ivory to the dining room inside the house. I have some private matters to discuss with my mother." She turned her head and gave Lady Ivory the most deceitful smile.

Lady Ivory huffed in disbelief.

"Also," Sigrid said as the woman was getting to her feet, "Good breeding is also something to be considered among nobles as well. I suggest that you know your place too, Lady Ivory. I treat you with respect because you are my brother’s mother-in-law and a guest of my grandmother.

Do not disrespect my maids ever again. Do not take advantage of your position to abuse the servants here or else I will give you a taste of their life. As a crown princess, I have the authority to do so."

Lady Ivory marched away in anger, silently cursing Sigrid in her heart for being ungrateful.

"I will go and handle the hurt feelings. Seeing as to how you returned with more than ten suitcases, we don’t need enemies in the house sharing our affairs with outsiders. Besides, when she is displeased, she makes Deanne and Nathaniel’s lives harder." Lady Iryne stood and followed Lady Ivory inside.

It was just Sigrid and East alone, again and they both could not have been more pleased. Sigrid wanted some peace, she did not want to discuss her ten suitcases just yet.

East was glad that he did not have to tolerate the company of the awful Lady Ivory. The woman was very suffocating. "I feel terrible for everyone that has had to live with her."

"They must have grown used to it by now. She is one of the snobby ones." She answered.

"And there are many of those among our kind." East responded. He raised a glass so that they could toast. "To the well mannered nobles whose noses are not up in the air."

Sigrid touched her glass to his. "Here, here."

They enjoyed their lunch between random conversations and simple laughter. In the presence of good company, Sigrid ate more than she planned to. When she finally stopped, she was sure that she would not be able to walk for an hour.

So, she closed her eyes and rested. It had been such a long time since she was last lazy like this. It felt amazing and she has forgotten that feeling.

Roland did not share that feeling. He had just reached The Vale and discovered that it was not the home Sigrid had gone to. She had returned to the home of her parents, along with more of her personal personal property from the home they had come to build together. It was a most unexpected surprise.