The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 319: A date at the fair.

"What other song would you like to listen to?" East asked Sigrid.

Roland snapped a twig with his hands. In his mind, they might as well have been East’s fingers. He had been trying to have a conversation with his wife for hours but Mr. Musician had been playing his tunes non stop. He paused for lunch and the resumed immediately after.

When Sigrid was walking off the meal, he played a flute and all the women sighed.

"There is a fair this evening, would you like to be my escort?" Roland cut in quickly with a question. "A date, it is a date." he added.

Sigrid’s eyes lit up. She had never been to a fair in this world. She could only picture the ones she had seen in movies. Experiencing it was better than imagining. "I would love to go."

Roland was pleased with her answer. Pleased enough to let East play a slow ballad, accompanied by the wonderful singing of Rudbeck about two star crossed lovers.

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In the evening, Sigrid and Roland set out for the date at the fair. They went with a bigger crowd than usual but only married individuals or those with dates. Mauve had said that this would make it easy for them to blend and also allow the knights, ladies-in-waiting, valet and others to enjoy sometime with their loved ones.

The Ridley’s also went to the fair, in the company of the Thorin’s. The groups decided to split up.

So, they set out in their masks and hooded cloaks which still looked highly overpriced but they could be taken for wealthy nobles and not royalty.

It was the first fair of spring and it was brewing with life. There were many people, children and adults, nobles and commoners. Many stalls had been set up selling everything from roasted chestnuts, gloves, hats, seeds, drinks, foods, and toys to weapons like swords and blades of all qualities.

Roland was determined to make it a perfect date for his wife. Fingers crossed she would back home with him after.

"Oh look, a pie eating contest, goodie." Mauve’s nose sniffed out the raspberry pie from where they were, five stalls away from the pie vendor.

She dragged Galen to it and the rest of them followed. Sigrid gleefully turned to Roland, the spark of excitement in her eyes making it obvious what she desired for him to do.

With a very long sigh, Roland joined the many men that were contesting and her pulled his men into it. He ate the pie with royal gentleness. Galen ate it lazily, Orpheus barely touched his. The knights were amazing, especially Rudbeck whose wife was very supportive, loudly cheering him on like other women were openly doing for their men.

Unfortunately, none of them could defeat Jeff, a sheep farmer whose pie gulping skills defied mortal limits. Jeff’s determination was driven by the fact that the prize was a fat female sheep.

"Let’s split up." Sigrid told her ladies-in-waiting.

Mauve was all too glad to do so as she wanted to listen to the dwarves that there were turning their poetry into song and challenging the crowd to recite any poem and they could make a song out of it.

Meanwhile, Christie dragged Orpheus towards a stall that was selling ships in delicate crystal bottles.

Sigrid dragged Roland onto a carousel that was running on magic stones. It was not the only magic aided ride she had seen. She had also seen a Ferris wheel and gigantic tea cups which glided through the air for a minute, spinning before coming back down.

After riding the carousel once, she dragged him to gigantic tea cup ride. No surprise, Finn was one of the mages there, collecting money like a shrewd business man.

Roland gave him a pouch of gold coins and the boy was very happy to let them cut in line, ignoring the grumbling of a few children who were waiting their turn.

As the cup lifted from the ground, Roland’s hands clenched around the rim. "That kid needs his hide tanned." he muttered.

The cups started to spin and dizziness set in. Sigrid in the meantime was screaming and the more it spun, the more it wished it would move faster. When it came back down, a woman waiting for all those that had taken the trip, pointing them in the direction of the puke buckets.

Half of the people that climbed into the cups wanted to puke when their feet touched the ground.

"Four copper to puke." A little girl that looked around four years old stopped them, holding her hand out with arrogance.

Roland made a barfing sound. Sigrid knew he was in a hurry so she elevated the girl in the air and Roland puked into an empty bucket, releasing all of his dinner and the pie he had just eaten.

"You ain’t stiffing me lady." The little girl kicked the air furiously. "Finny, we got a couple of hard headed ones here." she shouted.

Choking back laughter, Sigrid tapped his back, handed him water to wash his mouth and then some mouthwash and a mint.

Sir Sam gave the girl a silver coin and their group left.

Meanwhile, Mauve had found her way into a wrestling tent accidentally. She wanted to leave but Galen was very interested because it was two very obese men wrestling in small shorts and no shirts. The fats of their bellies were giggling in a hilarious manner.

Christie and Orpheus were on the Ferris wheel, both screaming because they were suspended in the air and the Ferris wheel was vibrating to the the thunderous music being played by a band of bards below. If Sigrid was with them, she would have told them it was rock music.

Sigrid dragged Roland to play a ring toss game next. She thought he needed to cool down. He was so good at the game that he won five live chicken and a turkey. Seeing the rewards sent Sigrid into chuckles.

Had nobody told Eldorian’s about plushies? Did the owners of the ring toss stall have too many birds at home that they were simply looking for ways of giving some away? The answer was yes, not that Sigrid would ever know.

Roland was proud of his prizes, he asked Veylin to teleport them to the the Thorin estate.

Meanwhile, they met up with the others and joined a pumpkin tossing competition. It was easy for all the men to win as they had enough strength to toss pumpkins. Within, less than a minute, the judge of the competition chased them away before they could win all the prizes.

"Does anyone want to go to the circus?" Mauve asked.

"There is a circus!" Sigrid clapped her hands. "I can’t wait, hurry, let’s go." freёwebnoѵel.com

The men exchanges gazes with Roland, each hoping that they would not be pulled into the games and forced to humiliate themselves.

"Nobody is hypnotizing me into a chicken." Roland whispered.