[Congratulations host, the relationship between the Windrider’s and Emmah has been cut off completely. The lucky halo has lost ten percent of its luck, and now only eight percent remains.]
This notification almost made Sigrid fall down. Not because she was in surprise but because she almost tripped over a rock and nearly ended up face down in the lake at the Mage estate.
Roland saved her in time and to prevent any further falls, he carried her around in his arms, refusing to let her go. She cared more about what had happened between Emmah and the Windrider’s than the simple embarrassment of being carried around like a child.
"Brolin." she called out over Roland’s shoulder. "Hurry, hurry..." she urged the knight.
Brolin rushed, going as close as he could to the royal couple.
"Quickly find Alistair, go and find out what happened between Emmah and the Windrider’s. Hurry."
Brolin bowed and run as fast as he could to find the information she wanted. Sigrid was impatient however, she could not wait for him to return.
"System, what happened?"
"Host, Emmah could not bare the thought of becoming a commoner and following the Windrider’s to a small town so she stole some gold, silver, pearls and jewels and escaped. She stole the family heirloom which is the thumb ring that the prime minister was always wearing. It is worth ten thousand gold coins. Oh, she also burned her adoption papers, erasing her ties to the family effectively."
Emmah’s mouth opened wide. "Wow that bitch is quick and clever." she muttered.
Not pausing his strides, Roland looked down at her curiously. "What bitch and what happened to Emmah?"
Sigrid was so excited to share the news of what Emmah had done with someone and he was the right someone. "She stole from the Windrider’s and escaped successfully. Can you imagine that she stole their family heirloom?"
"The ring!" Roland exclaimed. "The Astralis gem!!!, it is worth ten thousand gold coins."
"I know." Sigrid squealed.
"It was gifted to the first Lord Windrider, by King Corona Maximus. The gemstone which is considered to be its heart is a magical gem that harnesses the celestial patterns but it is a bloodline gem which cannot be used by anyone other than a pure bloodline Windrider and they have to have magic. Actually, it is worth more than ten thousand gold if one can find a way to tamper with the bloodline requirement."
"How much do you think it is worth?" she asked.
"At least eight hundred thousand gold coins." he said after a small hesitation.
Sigrid gasped. Suddenly, she had had an idea which made her squirm and twist like a human sized worm. "Roland, we can report her for theft. She burned her adoption papers which means that there is no proof that she is a Windrider. As long as she possesses that ring, she is a thief. We should make sure that the Tv and news share images of the ring and promise deadly consequences to anyone found in possession of it."
She slapped his chest excitedly and he endured the slaps patiently. He was just glad that she was plotting with him and he did not have to find out about her plots after the fact.
"You want to make it impossible for her to sell the ring." he stated.
She nodded. "We are almost at the finish line, I must keep pushing until she has nothing left. If I give her time to relax and bounce back, who knows what that lucky artifact of hers will do?" She raised her eyes and said, "My love, we should have her bump into Rosalind and Rosalind will casually mention that she has heard in whispers on the estate that her biological father is Lord Fairfax."
Roland calmly thought through his wife’s ambitions. Since Emmah had not gone down with the Windrider’s, she would go down with the Fairfax’s.
"I think she will go into hiding for a while. For a woman that came up with the idea of burning her adoption papers, it is evident that she is not stupid. Until the Windrider’s are gone and the scandal dies down, she won’t show her face in public." he shared what he thought.
On that, Sigrid was of the same mind as him. "But she will be back soon. Letting her know that her real father is a noble will give her something to scheme about while she is in hiding. Instead of thinking about other things, she will be thinking about how to run into her father. How to save his life and then squeeze herself into the Fairfax family."
"Where do you think she will run to to hide?" he asked her.
Sigrid laughed, "Can’t you guess?"
Roland laughed then as well.
"Benjamin." They both said at the same time.
There was only one place in the kingdom where Emmah could hide and continue living lavishly while keeping in contact with one of the men she was targeting.
"She is going to make up some sob story and throw herself in his arms." Sigrid shook her head. The female lead was as useless as the male lead.
Roland added to that, "That fool, he will probably take her in without asking a question and he will comfort her then find a way to bring her back into society without raining the judgement of people about how she cut off the Windrider’s so coldly to save herself."
"Put her down." A voice suddenly hissed at them.
It was of the voice of the king, carrying a command that could not be disobeyed. His face was dark with fury and it almost seemed like he was ready to take off their heads.
"Has something angered you your highness?" She asked him.
The king looked out at the magic beast training area. "Incase you are blind, allow me to open your eyes. Look in the direction where the beasts are trained and tell me that you do not see what I see."
Roland and Sigrid tilted their heads in the same direction. They found themselves looking at Prince Firron and Mauve, laughing and talking. Their body language seemed to be almost flirtatious as if they were courting.
Thalassa, who should have firmly been by Firron’s side was playing with the young puppies that had been left behind by Sigrid.
"Get rid of her." The king hissed furiously. His glaring eyes turned to Sigrid and he grabbed her arm with a little too much strength. "Nowhere in my plans does your little maid -in-waiting marry one of the strongest princes of a large empire while my daughter lives. I thought we were in agreement that Thalassa must marry Firron."
Sigrid wrenched her arm out of the king’s hold. "No offense your highness but one she is a lady-in-waiting, not a maid in waiting. Two, we can push Thalassa all we want but if she is not on board with us then we are all wasting our time. She should be giving the prince a tour of the estate not playing with dogs."
"Whose fault is it that Prince Firron had diverted his eyes?" The king heatedly questioned her.