The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress-Chapter 318: Deanne stands up for herself.

Meanwhile, on the Thorin estate, East was playing another tune, tension related still. Sigrid was dozing off in the chair, snoring softly, her faced covered with newspapers. Christie was texting Orpheus, smiling like blooming flower that upon whose petals a magical rain had visited. Mauve and three maids were cooking. Her face was content as she was doing what she loved to do best.

Inside the house, it was not all peaceful. In a rare occurrence, Deanne was facing off against her mother Lady Ivory and their voices were loud enough to be heard by everyone in the front yard.

"You are an ungrateful fool. All I am doing is to help you but you are so blind to it. Your sister-in-law is the crown princess and yet when positions of power were being assigned to women she did not consider you. Why didn’t you assert yourself? Have I taught you nothing you wretched girl. You are a pathetic excuse for a daughter. Even your husband is lazy. He is a fool. A pathetic loser who cannot reach for the power within his grasp." Lady Ivory exploded. Each one of her insults rang louder that the next.

Nathaniel was outside the doors with his parents and grandparents. His valet was holding him back forcefully to keep him from heading inside and beating his mother-in-law into a pulp.

He was not the only one whose blood had turned to fire. All the eavesdropping Thorin’s and Deanne herself was feeling the same.

Deanne kicked a small table, forcing it to overturn. "You will not speak of my husband with such disrespect."

"Or what?" Lady Ivory smirked. "Or you will kick me like you kicked that table. Have they taught you nothing here but the behaviors of a barbarian? Have you forgotten why you were married into this family?"

The eavesdroppers froze, curious to know the next statement out of Lady Ivory’s mouth. Nathaniel and Deanne were a love match. It never crossed anyone’s mind that there was trickery of some sort involved.

Nathaniel was already imagining the worst, hurt flickered in his eyes. Lady Ivory’s visit had been stressing him and his wife and it seemed like they had come to a breaking point.

"You were supposed to use the resources, connections and wealth of the Thorin family to help your brothers advance in the royal court." Lady Ivory growled out. "What have you done for them since you married?"

"What have they done for themselves?" Deanne screamed at her mother in anger. "I married my husband because I fell in love with him. Right from the beginning, I never had any plans of using his or his family in any way. I only let you think that I was on board with your plan because it was the only way you would let me marry him. If you knew the truth, you would have sold me off to the next highest noble bidder to fulfill your selfish needs."

A slap landed on Deanne’s cheek.

The sound stunned those outside. Nathaniel started to struggle with his valet. He was going inside, the consequences be damned. As he pushed his way in, he froze because of his wife’s word.

"Leave."

He assumed that she was talking to him, as did Lady Ivory and everyone else. But, they were proven wrong quickly.

"Leave, mother and never return."

Lady Ivory blinked. "Excuse me?"

Deanne clenched her hands. "This is my home now, the home of my husband. It is our home, not yours. I am his wife, not your child to command and manipulate. You will not insult the man I love, the crown princess and my Thorin family in our own house."

Lady Ivory sneered. "Have you lost your mind girl? You would throw me out?"

Deanne’s voice and gaze did not waver. "I would. And I am. Get out right now. I will have your luggage packed and sent out to you outside the gate. You are not welcome here and you will never know my son or any other children I birth. I will never set foot on Stornhill again and you can tell my father and brothers that when you return."

The dramatic proclamation hung in the air. Silence dragged on for a moment too long. Nothing moved and nobody spoke. Then, with much anger, Lady Ivory picked up her cloak and threw it over her shoulders with a dramatic flourish.

"You will regret this. Love is a waste of time, I tried to teach you this many times but you always had your head in the clouds. I should have known that you would not amount to much." She spat.

But Deanne only lifted her chin in defiance.

Lady Ivory marched out of the living room, shooting Nathaniel a glare when she passed by him. Without a word to anyone, she stepped out into the yard and ordered one of her maids to fetch one of her carriages.

The doors to the living room were closed, giving Nathaniel and Deanne complete privacy. He saw that her shoulders were shaking and so he rushed to her and hugged her tightly.

He never thought that Lady Ivory was not just cruel to others but she was also cruel to her own daughter. Then again, he had never spent too much time with the woman.

"It will be okay." He whispered to her.

"What do I do Nathan, I just cut myself off from my family." She cried sadly.

"You have me and Thor. You have my parents, grandparents, brothers and my sister. You said it yourself that this is your Thorin family.

Outside the doors, Lady Ivory’s property was carried out, case after case and loaded into waiting carriages, then driven off the property.

The servants rushed to the kitchen to gossip. Others took refreshments to those that worked in the coffee plantations and different processing rooms. Along with refreshments, they took ripe gossip.

There was never a lack of something to discuss on the estate. Two days ago, it was the maid Mrs. Elsworth had thrown out for daring to seduce the crown prince. Today it was Lady Ivory that had been thrown out for daring to slap Deanne and steal from the crown princess.

Nobody knew what would happen tomorrow, but they were sure it would be exciting.

They did not have to wait for tomorrow because something absurd happened in the middle of the day. The crown prince and his knights climbed over the wall, sneaking onto the estate like thieves.

The gardener and Thorin knights had no idea what to do so they brought ladders and escorted the intruders inside safely.

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The scent of freshly baked irish potato buns wafted over the Thorin estate. It brought the gossipy servants out of the kitchen, the peacocks out from the coffee plantation and the residents of the estate out of the house.

The shed was suddenly popular around lunch time, surrounded by very ravenous individuals, residents and guests. The potato buns were accompanied with a rich lamb stew, grilled vegetables and juices of every color.

To Roland, it seemed like a great celebration was afoot on the Thorin estate and the smile on Deanne’s face and the faces of the Thorin’s told him why.

The witch, Lady Ivory was gone and peace had been restored in the Thorin realm. How long that peace lasted was dependent on how many more times East Ridley said something to his wife that made her amused or how often she complimented his musical genius.