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After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. 

But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of  her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. 

While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. 

With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate.

Excerpt.

"A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?"

Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. 

"A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." 

Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. 

"Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out.

Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

She dropped one bomb after another, every word of hers sending fright through the bodies of the Iryne and duchess Mila. They saw no hint of fear or proof of lies on Sigrid's face, it appeared that she was quite serious about what she had just said.

Duchess Mila took to her feet, walked closer to Sigrid and touched her forehead.

"Have you taken ill my dear? You have displayed some behaviors that are unlike you of recent and I am beginning to find them questionable. Aren't you in love with Roland, why do you seem so cold and indifferent to him now?"

"I feel the same way," Iryne narrowed her eyes at Sigrid. "Is there something that you have been hiding from us?"

A tremor run through Sigrid's heart, she put the fork down and dubbed at the corners of her lips with a cloth napkin. Slowly, she set it down and decided to weave a tale that she had long crafted to explain the changes in her behavior.

A woman with magic!