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 crowd made way for Prince Eron who had returned from his empire, ferrying more than gifts. He had come with princesses of Solandor and one of his nephews, a young man of nineteen years.


Roland and Sigrid received the gifts and met the new guests. After exchanging gifts and greetings, Prince Eron went off to hunt for his beloved and the princesses were left in the care of Sigrid. 


She had no idea what say to them so she just smiled and blurted out the only thing on her mind. "So, is it true that you all have wings on your legs?" 


Lady Percival spilled her wine. She was hovering around the area where the crown princess and her people were sitting. Her hope was to discover one of Sigrid's secrets and balance the scales. 


"She is pregnant." Lady Iryne told the Princesses, as if that simple explanation filled in all of the blanks magically. "I did not catch your names. Would you mind if we all introduced each other again?"


Chapter 401 - A content man.