The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 273: The end of Thalassa’s wedding.

The final disaster happened when the couple was getting on a flying ship with all of Thalassa’s maids, escorts and knights that would go with her for her visit to Solandor. The enchanted white doves that were supposed to fly over the couple and venue, sprinkling pink cherry blossom petals turned aggressive.

They attacked the geese and peacocks and also the guests, stealing wigs, toppling decorations and shattering glasses. Nevertheless, the couple maintained their smiles.

They entered the ship and flew away to the sound of another explosion of fireworks that resulted in the ice cracking. Thanks to the antics of Finn and his friends, the ice started to melt rather quickly and some guests fell into small pools of forming water.

As the mages rushed to rescue those that appeared to be in danger, Fiona’s last words on the wedding were heard.

"And it’s a wrap ladies and gentlemen, the most anticipated and thrilling royal wedding of the year. The moon has finally blessed the guests and they are taking a night swim. As I bid you goodnight from the royal castle, I cannot help but wonder if we will ever see a wedding as magical as this one. I am Fiona...." She broke into a scream.

The last image Eldorian’s saw before the local news started was of Fiona being chased by a flock of angry geese and doves.

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In the royal castle, members of the royal family plus friends gathered for drinks and those who had not eaten finally got to enjoy a full meal. There was plenty of cake to go around for those that wanted second, third and fourth helpings of the cake which was as truly heavenly as Fiona had described.

Royal musicians were playing music instruments and the three beauties were singing. Some people were on the dance floor, dancing and laughing. A group of young women were holding hands in a circle, giggling as they playful danced.

A few interested young man were watching, occasionally exchanging demure glances with one or two of the women. There was no absence of rakes that were slyly watching the young women as well, using every opportunity to wink or gesture other forms of interest.

The court jesters were up to their usual tricks, only now they were joined by a few mischievous mages and familiars that were leaping from one end of the room to the other or filling their stomachs on magic foods and fruits.

Somehow, the groups had been split into two; men in one group and women in another. Roland and the men were playing cards, drinking and laughing.

Sigrid and the ladies were doing the same, just less drinking and more gossiping.

"Did you see her dress? I cannot believe that she wore that mess to her wedding. Aren’t princesses supposed to be stylish?"

"Speaking of messes, what was she thinking to put those poor bridesmaids in those ugly dresses. And the fact that there was a photo shoot!!Pictures are forever you know."

"I was one of those bridesmaids you know."

Many of the women looked at Myra Valerius who had been one of those bridesmaids.

"How are those badges of honor?" Lady Percival asked, slurring over her words.

As other women laughed, including Sigrid, Myra dawdled off to the chocolate fountain which a group of children had claimed possession over.

"So, does anyone actually like anything from this wedding other than my cake?" Mauve asked, very loudly.

Some ladies groaned, especially Iryne Thorin. "You have praised your cake twenty times Mauve. I am keeping count. You are like one of my peacocks that is constantly seeking attention."

"Let my daughter brag, she is right. Her cake was the only thing that saved the wedding." Lady Silver jumped in. "For crying out loud, Lord Carrington had to be carried away by eight men!! What were they thinking about when they decided that dancing on skates on ice was a great idea?"

"The bad idea was pulling all of the guests into that madness. The royal doctors and every hospital close to the royal castle is filled with people that have leg injuries and broken arms."

"I am pretty sure that Lady Fairfax flailed like a drunk bird before collapsing." Someone said and snorted.

"I have just seen one of the Bedford girl’s making eyes at Hillary Ashford. Is anyone willing to take a bet on how long it will take for the Bedford’s to suddenly hold a rushed secret wedding?"

"Mmm, too soon. Alaina Bailey is also making moon eyes at him. There is some competition it seems."

Lady Bailey jumped from her seat and rushed to the circle of young women that were still dancing and she dragged Alaina away.

"When will these young women learn that looking at an Ashford for too long is how...."

"No..." Lady Mary Ashford jumped in strongly and stopping the lady that was about to share the old unfounded rumor which was ridiculous. "When will you all quit it with that ridiculous lie? Looking at an Ashford man does not result in pregnancy."

"And you would know that." Lady Percival snickered and she was joined by others. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The story behind it was known to all. Mary had been one of those young ladies at her debut who at the age of eighteen danced three times with Lord Edmund Ashford.

They were not seen together again and yet one month later, her father was up in arms, challenging Lord Edmund to a duel. In that same year, just shy of seven nine months, Mary had put to birth.

There were claims that the baby was a premature but everyone knew what the truth was. Some nosy ladies like lady Percival had been keeping count from Mary’s debut to the day she had her baby.

Brolin whispered something to Sigrid and she excused herself. Mauve and Christie followed her like her shadow.

Their departure was noticed by a lot of people that kept their eyes on them until they disappeared through the door.

"A Shadowmere as a lady-in-waiting. These are strange times we live in I tell you." A woman said.

"Nothing is stranger than Thalassa wedding a royal prince. I still cannot believe that that she pulled it off. I always wondered what man would marry Eldoria’s disastrous princess."

Meanwhile, on the men’s side were laughter was louder than that on the side of the women, Roland lost a card game. The reason for the loss was simple, he had seen his wife leaving the hall after Brolin whispered something to her. He was curious about what she had heard.