Chapter 124: Emmah’s sympathies.
Sigrid on the other hand was new to public executions but she was not as bothered as she imagined she would be. She certainly wasn’t as teary as miss fake heroine, Emmah that was wiping her red eyes non stop.
She was so busy putting on the act that she did not notice the looks of disapproval the prime minister and his wife were giving her. Obviously, they disapproved of her tears, after all, the people being executed were rebels, enemies of the king.
By crying, Emmah looked like a rebel sympathizer and one whisper of such a thing was dangerous. Another reason for their disapproving glares was that their son Lysander had an arm wrapped around Emmah’s shoulders.
His own shoulders were acting as a rest stop for her head, she was wiping away her tears with her handkerchief. The sight was unseemly, especially because they were not related by blood. The prime minister liked Emmah, not enough however to marry her off to his son.
Lysander had to marry a proper noble or titled young lady not an adopted daughter with unknown roots. Gretchen Windrider, the prime minister’s main wife could only glare and blame her husband for this trouble which he had brought home without talking to her first.
Amber Windrider on the hand, the prime minister’s secondary consort was happy, after all, a scandal that harmed Lysander was a win in her books. She was cheering Emmah on from the side.
Even at the execution, there was no lack of drama to whisper about thanks to Emmah. All the noble women had something to say.
"She really doesn’t know her boundaries."
"Who adopts a grown daughter of marriage age when they have grown sons?"
"Did Lord Windrider take home a daughter or a wife for his son?"
The whispers soon reached Sigrid’s ears and she laughed. Even though she and Emmah were both transmigrators from earth, one of the major differences between them was that she was was willing to assimilate into the culture of Eldoria. Emmah was a snob, she wanted Eldoria to assimilate to her.