Cast Of Empresses In The Palace นิยาย & เรื่องราว

said one of the concubines in a haughty tone. “Heee, someone who knows nothing but how to live in luxury dares to speak such words… Haa, how extraordinary! It seems you aren’t all that stupid, are you?” Suddenly, the empress mocked how the concubines were using the palace’s rules to oppose her. Up until now, no one had ever come forward even when the palace was in trouble, but now that she mentioned she was going to marry, these shameless women actually came to protest against her.

“Lord Liam, I have increased the security and also asked questions. Someone saw Princess Erica leave in the morning but didn't see her return, nor have they seen her this afternoon. She also went out yesterday for a stroll. However, her maid said that she's sleeping in her room. So she's definitely safe for now. I don't believe the culprit will have enough boldness to infiltrate the emperors palace.” I almost laughed out loud. The culprit already infiltrated the emperor's palace a long time ago, and entered his bed. Pretentious deceptive women. How I hate them. My assistant stepped forward with a heavy document in his hands. “This is a list of the women that entered and left within the last

Soon, only the Emperor, Dion, Yusria, Eradine, and the elders were left. "Elders, you are welcome to stay in the palace tonight if you wish." The elders looked at one another, seeing the same helplessness in each other's eyes. The Emperor announced his Empress and it wasn't Alpha Turner's daughter. To make matters worse, the future Empress was a wolf-less female. They didn't want to leave, and in fact, wanted to sit down and have a long chat with the Emperor. They wanted to list out for him and drill into his mind all the reasons why Yusria Lelius couldn't be the future Empress.

And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful. Her breath hitched. She looked ahead—and her stomach dropped. The Emperor and Empress stood at the center of the arena. Emperor Priam—forty-two, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair slicked back, his sharp jawline shadowed by a short beard. His presence was cold and overwhelming. His deep, unreadable eyes locked onto Alessia the moment she entered. Empress Ariadne—late thirties, poised as if carved from royal marble. Her hair, dark brown and intricately braided, glimmered with embedded moonstone pins. Her gaze held both intellect and scrutiny.

Chelsea said in a serious manner, "With my appearance, of course I’m playing the trouble-making demon concubine." Geovanni was stunned, then realized that she was joking, and smiled, "That suits you well." Chelsea laughed, "Just kidding, I play an unloved empress, the big boss behind the scenes who trips up the heroine every day, making it impossible for the concubines in the palace to bear children." "Unloved empress," Geovanni pondered over this sentence, then said seriously, "If you play an empress who is unloved, then the emperor must've some kind of eye issue."

She was holding the music box. "Madeline," Elena hissed, her blood turning to ice. The woman turned around. But it wasn't Madeline’s face. It was a younger woman, her features a mirror image of Elena’s, except for a shock of white hair at her temple. She looked into the camera and held up a small, hand-painted wooden horse—an exact replica of Leo’s. "The Empress has a sister," the woman mouthed, her voice silent but the words clear on her lips.

Chapter 10 Katie looked down on the roaring crowds that had gathered outside The Palace. News had spread fast and now with only a week to go, people were getting excited. The Palace had been open to the public for over fifty years and tours were available during the week. This was different as they hardly got to lay eyes on The Royal Family. The Queen would address the people once a year and appear at The Gala briefly. To be able to get a look into their daily lives had set the whole country into a frenzy. Katie had been given the guest house and Samantha had been asked to be in her room. It might seem perfectly normal except her room was almost half an hour walk from the guesthouse.

The guards looked unsure. “My Lady, our orders were to double protection on His Majesty, this is a little out of our mandate…” “But don’t you want to find who attempted to kill your Emperor?” “It was the Empress, wasn’t it?” Cecily, usually so calm and composed that many compared her to an exquisite statue, was about to pull her hair out of her hairdo. “I-”

“My sister is a free spirit.” “I doubt that.” The prime minister narrowed his eyes, showing his hostility. “Are you saying I am a liar, prime minister?” The princess curled her lips, bemused. “You are not but she is fitting to be inside the palace, princess.” The princess arched her brow. “Why is that?” “Princess Dhia. Princess Shea was the emperor of the Underworld.” “You mean the empress?” She corrected him. But, the prime minister shook his head. “No, she is the emperor.”

That meant one thing from Ezra's bucket list had to be crossed out because she had managed to achieve it, even if it wasn't on purpose. *** A woman with long white hair looked up at the balcony of the palace tower where a man and woman were kissing briefly. The woman's apple-red eyes narrowed. She tightened her brown robe and began to walk away from the crowd. Her extraordinarily beautiful face was covered by the hood of her robe–now it looked ugly, wrinkled here and there with anger. “Ezra Beryl… why did the Villainess from the novel appear now? Even becoming a future Empress?” It should have been her place! The Empress position should belong to her, not Harriet's or that bitch Ezra's!