The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

"You ask too many questions." Cosmos 12 replied with a grim face.

"Because i need to know what i will be walking into should i accept this mission. You have told me that i cannot return to my old world and this new one will become my home. You said i could change my fate and since my fate on earth has been wrapped up i guess you were referring to my fate on the new world." 

Sigrid raised her eyebrows, "Judging from your vague explanation, my fate or the fate of whoever i am about to become is not good. It is highly doubtful that i am the heroine or else you would have told me that."

"You are not the heroine." Cosmos told her.

"There we go." Sigrid clapped. "Am i a cannon fodder or a villain?"

"Villain." he answered.

Sigrid nodded, accepting the news with ease. She liked this sudden pacing of progress, it was moving much quicker than the hidden explanations he had been giving her earlier.

"Is this a battle of villain versus villain? A false heroine qualifies to be a villain, she is a bad egg, right?"

Cosmos 12's upper lip twitched. He had met many clients in the bank but none so straight forward like Sigrid. She was getting information out of him that he should not have divulged.

"Ye...yes." he replied.

Sigrid snapped her fingers and stood up.

"Let's see it, show me the world and i will make a decision. We can only get down to business if i know the story personally, not what you tell me."

Cosmos 12 hesitated, her request was not something that had been done before.

"I have to get a senior manager for that, give me a few seconds."

He vanished in a cloud of white mist and Sigrid sighed in relief. Despite acting tough and knowledgeable, she was wary of this place and the so called immortal entities behind it.

She reached her hand out and touched a golden pen with a feather that was laying on the desk. She had never seen a pen so beautiful and exquisite.

Cosmos returned in a cloud of smoke just before Sigrid's hand touched the pen. She pulled her hand back quickly and folded both of her hands between her thighs.

Cosmos was not alone, he had returned with a woman that looked quite inhumane. She had brown gold eyes and in the pupils Sigrid could see movement, images and words scrolling by. Her face was blurry, changing with every second.

"Show her." she told Cosmos.

Cosmos 12 nodded, he floated towards Sigrid and touched her head. In less than ten seconds, Sigrid started bleeding from the nose and screaming. Cosmos took his hand away and Sigrid collapsed.

Ten minutes later, she opened her eyes and mouth, gasping loudly. With tears running down her eyes, Sigrid cried loudly and touched her arms and legs.

There was terror in her eyes, speaking volumes to a horror that she had personally experienced. When she asked to be shown the new world and know what the villain suffered, she did not anticipate that she would forced to actually experience it.

Now that she had, Sigrid was not willing, especially when she it came to the villain's moment of death.

"I don't want it..." she muttered.

The woman snapped her fingers and Sigrid's whole body froze. Her consciousness started to fade, she was feeling the same way she had moments before her death.

She heard a deep gravelly voice in her mind, it was so powerful that every word felt like the hammering of a bell.

"You dare to think that you can outsmart this great bank, we were polite to offer you a choice and you misunderstood, you don't get to say no. Now you know the story go and change it. If you fail, you will die that horrible death on that world and then, we will send you to hell."

She snapped her fingers and Sigrid vanished from the bank.

*******

When she opened her eyes, Sigrid found herself in an unfamiliar place. Her mind was still vague and she struggled for a moment to pull her senses together. The first thing she felt was a soreness from her forehead which was a result of having it touch the hard bristles of a red carpet.

She could tell that she was on her knees, with her hands laid out in front in a posture she had never been in before.

A deep resonant voice that commanded attention was speaking so she raised her head and her eyes sought out the owner of the voice.

It was none other than the king, a man she had seen when she was thrust into the novel upon demanding to know the story. King Raff Maximus, the fierceness and cunning as he was known to many around the continent. He was sitting on his mighty throne staring down at her with an intimidating look meant to instill fear.

There were ten steps which led up to the throne, and on each step, two armed guards carrying swords on their backs or hips were standing, staring down at her with sinister eyes.

Sigrid's body lost some of it's energy and she sat down with her shoulders hunched, abandoning the kneeling posture.

"It's over, it's over, I am actually in Eldoria." she mumbled.

She could not believe that she had transmigrated despite saying no. She should have known that the mysterious bank was not a good place either, it was shady.

"Sigrid Thorin, are you of one mind with your grandfather? Do you find it lowly to marry the crown prince of Eldoria?" The King's steady voice conveyed a question.

"Your majesty," A man standing besides Sigrid, dressed in a long blue robe started, "please don't push my granddaughter, you will frighten her or she will fall ill. My little Sigrid has always been weak since childhood, she is a child that has led a hard life.

From the age of three, I took her and my wife to the Eastern boarder where a war was ongoing, the conditions there are very harsh and you know this. While the daughters of other nobles were raised in soft clothing and given floral water baths, Sigrid wore coarse clothing and used water from the river to bathe. While the ....."

"Duke Thorin, i am well aware of the pitiful story which you have recounted over the years each time I arranged a marriage for your granddaughter. The daughters of other nobles ate fine rice, she ate coarse one.

Other girls played with dolls, she learned how to bandage wounds on the battle field, others were rocked to sleep in their mother's arms, she slept on the hard ground in tents and so on, the list is immeasurable and it continues to grow."

The King rolled his eyes and narrated in lazy, tired voice. He was tired of hearing the same old story which Duke Thorin recited every year when marriage arrangements were made for his granddaughter. "I always let you have your way but today, I am determined to have mine. There is no relationship between her marriage and the way she was raised which was your choice by the way, not this King's.

I don't think that you need reminding of the fact that it is compulsory for all eligible maidens of Eldoria to marry before twenty five. Your granddaughter is one week away from twenty five and yet there is not as much as a whisper of an engagement in your house. Thorin, I am looking out for you as your old friend.

Would you rather have her be handed out in marriage to any random man? Is that better than marrying the crown prince?

If that is your desire then I can write a decree right now and order her to marry Viscount Durin as his secondary wife as soon as she makes twenty five."

Sigrid gasped in shock, her eyes widened and she scrambled to her knees. She recalled some of the plot of the novel, Viscount Durin was already pushing seventy, not only was he old but he was physically abusive as well.

Over the course of his life, he took in at least ten secondary wives, each being married in after the mysterious death of another.

The author never explained the cause of the deaths or identified the murderer but between the perverted viscount and his jealous wife, one party was likely to be killer.

Between a crown prince that didn't want her and the old abusive-possibly murderous viscount, the choice was clear.

"I will marry, I will marry the crown prince."