The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 316: Throwing Lady Ivory out.

Deanne was feeling a little too embarrassed. Without responding to her mother, she got up and left the table. Nathaniel abandoned his breakfast and run after her, apologizing to everyone. Lady Iryne sighed, she followed the couple because she was certain that Deanne was now in tears.

"I do love a good dramatic breakfast." Lord Alexander Ridley said between bites of of a golden stack of pancakes, dripping with syrup and melted butter.

Alexander Ridley was a man that loved to eat good foods and the Thorin kitchen had yet to disappoint him. In fact, he was impressed with their coffee which had been invented just for him. It had nuts and chocolate, two of his favorite combinations now.

Ignoring their guest who they had come to learn liked to fan flames whenever a tense situation arose, duchess Mila put down her her fork and wiped the corners of her lips gracefully. "Lady Ivory, I expect you to be gone by the lunch hour. As Thor’s grandmother, I cannot forbid you from seeing him every once in a while, but it is not a requirement that you must live in my home to do so. You are free to seek lodging elsewhere in the capital."

Lady Ivory sputtered, gasped and sputtered even more, unable to find the right words to express herself.

Sigrid stood up and excused herself, asking that the rest of her breakfast be brought out to the coffee plantation. When she stood up. Mauve and Christie did the same. East was not far behind them, which was not surprising as he was always seen in Sigrid’s company when she was home.

The fact that she hated dining with Lady Ivory was not a secret. In fact, most of her meals had been eaten outside since the day she moved back. They all drove to the plantation in their small egg shaped cars which were faster than horses. Within five minutes, they arrived at the edge of the plantation.

A wooden outdoor shed which was open on the sides had been constructed hastily a day ago. John had even used magic to put together large wicker chairs and someone had added pillows to them. The shed sat under the shade of three large trees.

The group of four sat in a circle around a table, delighting in the fresh air and natural sounds of birds calls. Even the peacocks were walking under the thriving dense coffee trees.

Mauve’s eyes roamed around in search of the outdoor fireplace. "It is so beautiful out here that I almost feel sorry that we have to ruin it by discussing Lady Ivory and her brew of nastiness. She is always inspiring in her dedication to conspiring to make someone else miserable."

She leaped over a chair when she saw it. It was not far off from the wooden shed. She called over one of the maids and gave her a list of things to bring from the kitchen quickly. Mauve even asked Brolin to drive the maid back in a car.

"I don’t understand why she keeps targeting our crown princess. There are many things in the world to be unsatisfied with but she always centers on Sigrid." Christie complained.

"I think she wants Mrs. Elsworth’s job." Mauve shouted out to them as she was a little distance away from them. Not too far to be out of hearing reach. She was already piling wood into the fireplace, preparing to cook. "Do you know that she complained about the fact that we stayed home all day yesterday. She said that a lazy crown princess has no business being married to a crown prince."

"I heard," Sigrid laughed and Christie remained confused as she had no idea how to react. She wondered why Sigrid was not exploding. In fact, she had been awfully calm in the face of all Lady Ivory’s provocations.

The truth of the matter was simple. Sigrid considered Lady Ivory to be a nuisance like bug that she lacked the desire to squish.

The maids arrived and fresh breakfast plates were placed around the table. Fresh tea, coffee, milk and juice were also put down. As the maids poured everyone’s preferential drink into a cup, Deanne and Nathaniel joined them.

Deanne’s eyes were red and swollen.

Sigrid did not comment on the appearance of her sister-in-law. How Deanne dealt with her mother was her business. She was a grown woman for heavens sake, did she lack the guts to tell her mother to shut up every once in a while! Even if she did not say the words directly, she could veil them behind hidden statements.

How was Deanne able to plot Emmah’s murder on three different occasions but unable to put her mother in her place? As a future duchess of Thorin, she was too soft.

"Sister, I am..." Nathaniel sighed. "I am sorry."

Sigrid put a cup to her lips. "That will be your eleventh apology in three days brother. I am beginning to think that your vocabulary only has a single word. Sorry."

Nathaniel put his hands together, once again he sighed.

"If the two of you continue to be foolish and softer than cotton then I suggest that you have a conversation with our grandfather and see to it that that the title of duke is passed on to John or Elowin." Sigrid advised them.

Nathaniel’s body stiffened up a little.

Sigrid placed the cup down carefully and looked at her brother. "I say this with love brother, and I say it for your sake. Tell me which crown princess you know of that would endure Lady Ivory’s back talk and insults, time and time again? Ever since she arrived here, an hour does not pass without my name falling from her lips.

She has called me names, openly expressed her disapproval of me and my maids. She critiques my decisions and even had the guts to enter my bedroom and help herself to my body oils and some jewelry while I was out. You two should grow some balls and put her in her place before I decide to do it for you."

"She took your jewelry!!" Nathaniel exclaimed. "When did this happen?"

"The day we....." Mauve started and shut up when her eyes fell on East. "The day we had that meeting on the mage estate. We found out when we returned that some things were missing and Bella reported that Lady Ivory had passed by and entered the bedroom under the claim of her hat having flown inside through a window.

The maids tried to stop her but she slapped one of them. They did not want to blow up the issue as there were guests in the house so they let her go and waited for the crown princess to return."

"That’s it!!" Deanne stood up abruptly and marched away with red hot fury burning in her body.

East pulled out his harp and he decided to play a tense tune, depicting a rising confrontation. Every note was like a whisper against a storm, sharp--cutting and unwavering.

When Nathaniel stood up and run after his wife, the melody picked up speed, rising as if a heated confrontation was rising. In the background, Mauve chopped up potatoes rapidly. A combination of both sounds mirrored the unpredictability of a quiet battle between two strong forces.

Sigrid wondered if East was being intentional with his choice of music.