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."

My hand trembles as I write this letter and my tears are the ink with which I write. I cannot help but feel concerned about this plight that you have been forced to endure, trapped in a life not of your choosing. I have heard that beastly crown prince has tired of you and seeks new interests elsewhere.


As the man that loved you in silence, I refuse to let him steal your happiness. I refuse to let him turn you into the object of mockery. He will not do to you what his father did to his mother--turn you into a bitter cold woman whose smile is lost in the abyss if the greedy royal family of Eldoria.


Whispers about your predicament are carried by the wind beyond the walls of the lustrous royal castle. They say your heart beats in quiet sorrow, imprisoned by a cruel unkind fate. It is said the more duties have been thrust upon you than your graceful shoulders can handle. But hear me now, beloved: I will not stand idle.


Chapter 292 - The third letter.