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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

The news of the search for gold on the Thorin estate was reported in the news the following day. The daily paper called it a search for fool's gold. A big picture of the prime minister's face covered half of the front page.

Sigrid was reading the paper, or trying to read it but she could hardly concentrate because Roland had skipped morning court for morning sex. After satiating his needs, he was still playing around as she dressed herself to head out of the house.

She had barely managed to pull up her dress and already, he was lowering it again. His greedy mouth was seeking her breasts again, for a third round of teasing, tasting and suckling.

"Roland!" She pushed his head away.

He could tell from her voice that she was slightly miffed but he couldn't help himself. "You are to blame." He laid his head on her chest. "You ensnare me with every breath you take. I am the prey in your spider's web."

A gathering of the organization.