The ball was Emmah Fairfax’s crowning mont, or so she thought. She had received help from an unexpected mage, the phantom midwife. Of course, there was a price to pay for her help but she had helped Emmah with the dress, make-up and all the shimr which she needed.
She had tid her arrival perfectly, choosing a mont when all the debutantes had finished making their entrance and she walked in, dazzling everyone like the heroine of a romantic movie.
And her plan had worked perfectly. The crown princess had been forced to declare her the beauty of the season, which Emmah was certain Sigrid had been loathe to do. The dark look of fury in her eyes said so.
After the declaration, ca the suitors. They flocked to her like lovesick birds, cawing and scratching, pining for her attention. After tonight, she was sure that she would be on her way to greatness.
Her first mistake had been listening to the words of Adelia Percival when she said that prince Benjamin was outside, looking for her.
Her second mistake was greed. The desire to show off to Benjamin. The temptation to secure a marriage with a prince. The desire to climb to the top and beco an equal with Sigrid Thorin. A combination of all those things had resulted in her not thinking clearly. Perhaps if she had, she would have kept in mind the fact that her stepmother Lady Jane and Lady Percival were friendly enemies.
Even though they did not get along famously, they had beco quite close as they waited for their daughters during those dance and etiquette classes.
So, Lady Percival’s daughter would not be doing her any favors.
Her third mistake was walking into the woods. No gentleman waited for a lady in the woods. This society was very different from earth. Only bad things happened when couples t in woods.
Her fourth mistake was not turning around when she realized that there were no red knights protecting that part of the woods and yet they were everywhere else on the grounds.
Her fifth mistake was not turning around the mont she realized that it was not Benjamin in the woods but Gage Lumberfoot. And his pants were unzipped! And he was holding his penis in his hands, pissing.
The rest could be blad on the culprits of many incidents in the capital lately:snakes!. One of those slithering creatures just happened to crawl up her leg at that exact mont. Frightened out of her mind, she scread and jumped into Gage’s arms.
For a large man, he fell over quite so easily, bellowing "snake" at the top of his lungs. Thanks to him, red knights, so noble lords that happened to be passing by, Lady Fairfax and Lady Aberdon. Plus a few mages that happened to be in the middle of bringing their fireworks loaded lanterns all happened to chance upon them.
The position they were in was very inappropriate. Emmah’s dress was bundled up, Gage’s hands were on her buttocks. His pants were of course, unzipped and form the way things looked, they had been caught in the middle of a tryst.
In that mont, Emmah knew that her life had changed. It was over. There would be no recovering from this. Even if Gage denied the assumptions that everyone was making with their eyes, nobody would believe him.
Emmah’s hopeful eyes searched for Adelia Percival but the young woman was gone and then her voice was overheard as she announced the first scandal of the season.
Unable to take the shock, Emmah had fainted.
She had opened her eyes three hours later, in a hospital and things had only beco worse as a nurse inford her that she was pregnant. Emmah knew there could only be one father of her child, Mr. Bumblebert.
Until now, she had not yet processed the news completely and she was thinking of finding a way out for herself. She would not be Mrs. Bumblebert. She was a transmigrator, a special existence on this backward magic world.
"Abortion, I must abort." She whispered to herself.
"Nurse." She scread.
The door was opened, but it was not a nurse that walked into the room. It was Lady Jane Fairfax and as soon as her stepmother strolled into the room, with a wolfish grin on her face, Emmah knew that her pregnancy was not a secret. "I suppose you are here to gloat." she laughed.
Lady Jane laughed as well. "Well, I would gloat but the fact that you are in a family way is not my doing. You accomplished that all on your own dear girl. My plan was to have you married off to a useless man and Gage Lumberfoot was the most ideal candidate. For man his size, he could not make it even as a knight.
His father is a baron, he has many older brothers so there is no hope of him ever inheriting the title. He has a pottery workshop in Strawville village. After finding a wife, his intention is to move there and live a simple life." She smiled at Emmah derisively. "You are the daughter of a whore, you could do much worse than Gage Lumberfoot."
She crossed one leg over the other and leaned forward. "I have already sent a footman to inform Mr. Bumblebert and his mother about your condition. Even though you are no longer a mber of the Fairfax family we will give you a small dowry. One hundred copper coins."
Lady Jane took a strong of copper coins amounting to one hundred and she threw them on the bed. "You should be grateful to us for doing you this favor. The count has told to inform you that you are no longer to use the Fairfax na. You were also removed from our family registry an hour ago."
She stood up and stretched her arms. "You know, for a while there, I thought that you would defeat . I thought you would be different from your mother. But you are all the sa, whores that failed to keep their legs closed.
As she listened to the ugly hate filled laughter of her forr step mother, Emmah thought more on the other mistakes that she had made.
One was having sex with that fool Bumblebart.
Two was underestimating the hatred her stepmother had for her.
Three was believing that her father and grandfather had hearts.
Filled with more anger than she had felt before, Emmah scread as if she sought to bring the walls down. Her screams were mixed in with Lady Jane’s laughter.
Emmah jumped from the bed, grabbed a pen that the nurse had left behind and she stabbed it into Lady Jane’s neck. As Lady Jane fell to the floor, she grabbed a cloak and the money and jumped through a window, running into the darkness.
Her fate was hers, nobody would decide it for her.
A tiny golden light shot out of her and flew into the sky.
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