Can You Romance The Emperor Bg3 Novels & Stories

“You summoned us on our wedding night.” The Emperor leaned forward. His gaze slid over me first, slow and assessing, like I was a horse at market. “So this is the Voss girl. The one they say carries bad luck in her veins.” I kept my mouth shut, but my fingers curled into fists inside the cloak. Ronan chuckled softly behind us. “She looks fragile, doesn’t she? Perfect for breaking.” “Enough,” the Emperor snapped at Ronan, though his eyes stayed on me. “Come closer, girl.”

Dion loudly cleared his throat, but before he could speak, the sharp voice of a she-wolf cut through the air. "Mate? Your Majesty, do you hear yourself? You're saying this...lowly creature is your mate?" Eradine felt faint. What the he** was the Emperor saying? Mate? How could he have a mate? For the love of the goddess, he was the Lykan Emperor! It was impossible for him to have a mate. Is he doing this to put off our engagement? At the thought, Eradine lost her composure, and overcome with panic, she reached out and grabbed the female's tight bun.

Prince Kin said as he bowed a little in my direction. It wasn’t his intention? I wanted to laugh my head off. If that was sarcasm, then it was a good one… Not wanting to risk a slip of my tongue. I decided to nod a little to acknowledge his somewhat insincere apology. “Ren, please explain…” the emperor demanded, and I felt his eyes on us. “What is there to explain? Rin and I are in a relationship just like how you would imagine and just how we should be,” Ren replied with absolute certainty.

“Prepare yourself. You will marry Duke Lunnart.” The deep voice echoed softly within the emperor’s study, filling every corner of the vast room scented with aged wood and stacks of imperial documents. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting long lines across the cold marble floor. Roxanne Florentia de Magnor stood silently in the middle of the room. Her gaze was fixed on the emperor’s back—her own father, who stood facing the window, speaking without once turning to look at her.

In a seating area in the courtyard of Sangria Palace, James looked at the stunningly beautiful Xianna, who was dressed in gorgeous attire, and said, “Your Majesty…” The moment he spoke, Xianna waved her hand slightly and interrupted him, saying, “I’m no longer the Empress of Sangria. You are the Emperor of this kingdom.” James said, “Becoming the Emperor was only a temporary measure. I became the Emperor in order to break the seal of the Sword Pavilion and lift the curse on Sangria. Now that these tasks have been accomplished, I intend to leave.”

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

Rendon lowered his sword before smiling arrogantly. He looked directly at the Emperor. "Do not feel ashamed, Your Majesty." He smiled. "It is merely nature's law." "The weak are destined to fall before the strong." The Emperor's face darkened. The Barbarian King laughed proudly. "It seems the outcome has already been decided." He turned toward Kiara. "So..." "When shall we begin discussing the marriage?" Amelia secretly smiled behind her fan. Raymond clenched his fists. Neither of them noticed... Kiara hadn't changed her expression even once.

Their eyes locked onto Kael, their leader’s cold smile never faltering. “You think you can stop this, Prince Kael?” the masked figure’s voice rang out, full of dark amusement. “You think you can stop the inevitable? The empire is already ours.” Kael’s grip on his sword tightened, his voice low with fury. “This empire will never fall under the rule of traitors. You’ve made a grave mistake.” Without another word, the battle erupted. The rebels lunged at them, their weapons raised, but Kael and Selene moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine. They fought side by side, their strikes a deadly dance, the bond between them fueling every movement.

– Amphitrite said. - Didn't You say he was independent? – Anúquis questioned her. - And you want an open relationship, being exclusive. – Amphitrite said. - With all your arrogance, do you think I'm going to accept this? – Amphitrite questioned him. - Who better than a man's body like switching between women to understand another? – Anúquis said. - We work well together, we make a great duo, you will just accept being part of a more elaborate scheme, a three-way romance after six months. – Anúquis said.

He would say what he could to keep up her spirits. At the bazaar’s heart, a great brazier burned with sapphire fire. The Emperor and his intended Empress stood before it, hands entwined. The crowd hushed, the air thick with anticipation. Demarion raised his voice, deep and resonant, “Tonight, the Kingdom of Tamaan and the Gazini Empire take their first step toward unity. Let this flame be our witness. Let it burn as long as our love endures.”