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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

The happiness of the new changes in the system made Sigrid laugh, unexpectedly, it was more useful than she ever thought. With tools at hand, she would not have to work so hard to turn around everyone's loyalty.

"What is making you so happy?" Roland asked. He could hear the smallest sound of laughter coming from her mouth. It was as if she was trying to control it but she failed miserably. "Do you like being in my arms so much?"

She rolled her eyes, hoping that he would not notice. Her husband had quite the big ego. Sigrid was about to respond when she felt Roland lowering his hands. They moved from where they had steadily been around her waist and trailed lower.

He patted her backside gently and replied smugly, "I believe that it is called hugging."

"I think we have two different understandings of the meaning of the word hug." She chuckled slowly.

Killing with a borrowed knife.