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."

Jesting appeared to ponder on it for a few seconds and then he made up his mind because the answer to that question was rather simple.


"I think she will choose the enemy crown prince, your highness."


One of Roland's brows moved up curiously. "Oh really! why do you think so?"


"Because there is nothing the masses love like a love story which is also a sob story. They root for enemies becoming lovers, I believe that it is what I have heard from chef Lenore. She said it is more exciting than an ordinary love story between two people that have long been expected to love each other."


Jesting smiled, which was a rare thing to see, even for Roland. "I can accurately recall the number of times you run away from the capital and expressed your great dislike of the current crown princess. I believe that you used the words, irritating, infuriating and manner less. 


Chapter 145 - Enemies to lovers.