The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 359: Thalassa is finally in Solandor.

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Chapter 359: Thalassa is finally in Solandor.

For the rest of the details, Sigrid waited until they had returned to the royal castle and where safe behind closed doors in her reading room to explain why she was in need of a pregnant woman that was ready to give birth.

"So...phantom midwife." Mauve looked at Sigrid’s abdomen. "Are you expecting or having trouble expecting?"

She smiled mysteriously, urged them to move closer and whispered. "I am expecting but it is a secret that you will tell no one." Then she leaned away from them and walked to her desk and sat down in the chair.

Mauve and Christie were all smiles and gushes, happy for her, which was to be expected.

"Oh, we are going to have a mini Sigrid." Mauve squealed.

"Shhh." Sigrid and Christie gestured to Mauve at the same time. She had one of those sharp squeals that could travel through walls and doors.

Christie looked at Sigrid and said, "It could also be a mini Roland. Let’s be honest, in Eldoria boys are still preferred to girls, especially in the cases of first births among nobles. Everyone is looking for the next heir. The royal family is even worse because having male children ensures the continuity of their stay on the throne."

Sigrid clapped her hands to draw their attention. "Ladies, while I do have good news, it is not the reason as to why I need to see the phantom mage. Just find me a pregnant woman that is ready to pop. Today would be preferred. Bring them to the royal castle....mm...no, bring them to our secret lair and then we summon her." She waved her hands, gesturing that it was time for them to get on it immediately.

As soon as they left, she went to her bathroom and joined Roland for his second bath of the day. With all the baths he had been having lately, she was worried that he would peel his skin off.

***

After so much flying, more than what Princess Thalassa anticipated, the flying ships finally arrived in Solandor. The journey could have been faster but it was slowed down because she fell ill along the way. As it turned out, she was pregnant.

While she was over the moon, her body did not appreciate being in the sky and she spent most of the journey sleeping or retching. She had lost weight, she was pale and she was crabby.

But, that was all over, they were finally on land. That was what Thalassa assumed until someone mentioned that Solandor was an empire that floated above the sea. It was suspended in the sky by great pillars and rings of magic that had stood the test of time. For two thousand years, it had held stable and expanded to a very large empire.

The news made Thalassa pale even more. Other Eldorian’s that had gone with her however, they were fascinated. Solandor was obviously years ahead of other empires when it came to magic.

Buildings were so incredibly tall that they spiraled into the sky. Sky bridges stretched like spider silk between towers, acting as roads for people to walk on. Flying vessels of every size zipped around like fireflies and they were many. They came in every shape, some like fire flies which glowed, others butterflies, others bird shaped.

The newly arrived Eldorians flew in a bird shaped open vessel as they enjoyed a brief tour of the crowded imperial city. They saw wonders, things that they could never imagine--like levitating cafes, sky gardens, children as young as four sailing through the skies on broom sticks which had been declared dangerous in Eldoria. freewebnσvel.cøm

They took pictures, recorded videos and gasped. Many of the Thorin’s that had come along could not wait to return home and share this with Sigrid and Roland. In terms of beauty and use of magic, Solandor was better than Eldoria.

At the heart of the imperial capital and empire sat the royal palace. It was not called a royal castle for it looked nothing like the other castles they had seen. It was done shaped, with gravity defying terraces and a sprawling fortress of enchanted courtyards, bright lights and harp music.

"Our Emperor renamed himself last month, he is now known as Merek the first and wise." The royal advisor that had come with a large group to pick them up said to them. "Address him by the right name when you meet him."

"Father has changed his name again." Prince Firron smiled fondly.

The royal advisor nodded, he glanced at Thalassa, wondering if she would be the next crown princess of Solandor. That was if the Emperor named Prince Firron the crown prince.

The current crown prince was ill with an unknown ailment. Once again, the other princes were secretly scrambling for the throne of the wind.

The emperor had sixteen children, half of them were male. He had many heirs to choose from. Who would end up on the throne was a guessing game at this point.

He led them to the throne room which was behind two gigantic golden doors. They were so big that it almost looked impossible for two human men to open. However, mechanisms had been embedded in them, gears turned as the men pulled on the handles and the doors opened.

They were still on the floating bird and it flew them upwards, stopping in the center of the large room. It was almost like an indoor theater. Every terrace was occupied by individuals that were sitting or standing.

Those on the highest two terraces were from the royal family. Starting from the third terraces were nobles and it continues downwards to privileged commoners. Altogether, the dome had ten floors.

A gigantic firefly flew to them, Prince Firron stepped out of the flying bird and onto the giant firefly. He reached out his hand for Thalassa, inviting her to join him. She hated it, but she was left without a choice. Firron had already told her that impressing his father and the nobles was a great way to elevating them to the position of crown prince and princess.

The firefly flew them to the steps which led up to the throne area and finally, they walked forward on feet and stood before Emperor Merek and Empress Amarina.

Prince Firron bowed his head in respect, and Thalassa curtsied.

"Father, I have returned and brought my bride along with me. This is Princess Thalassa Maximus, a mage and the only daughter of Emperor Raff Maximus and sister to the current ruling regent Emperor Roland Maximus."

Once again, Thalassa curtsied.

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