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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.

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"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

In the courtyard of the Thorin estate, a formerly peaceful afternoon turned into sheer chaos and Roland experienced a rather hilarious welcome to the home of the duke. This was because a crown prince that was known for his impeccable elegance and unspeakable strength was fighting off a muster of peacocks.

Roland could not understand why the birds had attacked him, all he had done was give them one look of admiration but apparently that was all it took to offend them.

One of the peacocks, the most majestic and feisty one led the attack, after letting out a series of of alarmed squeaks.

The peacocks moved in solidarity, charging like a well trained army as they squawked and shrieked. One pecked at his polished boots, another nipped at his royal sash, one was trying to rip out his hair and others took the opportunity to nip at any part of his body that they could access.

A most hillarious welcome.