Cast Of Empresses In The Palace の小説・ストーリー

"Empress Eleanor Nash. My life for the throne." Kan and Gideon stood frozen, watching the exchange. The ruler of the District was a small woman, but she carried the weight of a titan. Her silver-white hair was styled in sharp, clinical waves, and her amber eyes were fixed solely on Timothy with a mix of affection and grim respect. "Get up, Timothy. I’ve told you I hate the theatrics." Her voice was soft but carried to every corner of the room. "Rise." As Timothy stood, the Empress turned her gaze toward the two men behind him. "And these are?"

Two of the ladies in waiting were holding a parasol for the empress and the princess, while I only had Osiris to escort me. Well, who cares? Quality over quantity, right? The empress was a beautiful woman with dark brown hair and hazel eyes which surprisingly was a common color, moreover in this world full of people with hair and eyes with the colors of the rainbow. The princess was the exact same copy of her mother, but with a more youthful appearance. They were undoubtedly beautiful and had appealing features, but that was about it. They weren't breathtaking beauty, and if I were to be honest, they're rather plain looking compared to Bella and Alistair.

One could boast about having the chance to see the emperor in person for ages. Behind the emperor were Empress Gamora and Princess Astrid. The mother and daughter were wearing long dresses that made them look noble and elegant. One was a mature and gorgeous middle-aged woman while the other was a youthful and beautiful young woman. The two displayed their charm in their own way, causing countless people to fall head over heels for them. However, even if they liked the empress and the princess, no one dared to commit blasphemy. This was because these two were the emperor’s wife and most loved daughter.

Then Scarlett slowly got out of bed and stepped closer to Alistair. The three of them went to the throne room and had a serious talk there, while the empress entered her room and planned something evil for the emperor and her two stepchilds "Princes, Princesses, you will soon die by my hands! Ha, ha, ha..." The Empress burst out laughing in front of the round mirror, she looked at the mirror with horror eyes and suddenly someone appeared from inside the mirror. "Your Highness, how are you? How is it going? Are they dead?" asked the woman in black.

the servants said in a loud voice. Madame Azzar nodded in, and they relaxed in their posts. Ezra was sure that these two people were the only staff she would count on in the cleaning and care. Letting them conduct their labors, he left the palace and raised his eyes to the luxurious and immense palace that was lost in the fog. A palace between fantasies and legends, it was the abode of the empress; also called the palace of eternal light. Although his name did not attribute at all what was lived, An immense darkness. And Ezra still did not imagine how evil a woman could be.

Finally, Rafaela, vibrant and spirited, her laughter-tinged greeting echoing out as she waved to the cheering masses, a burst of sunshine in a crimson dress. Each woman was greeted with a cascade of flowers, a thunder of applause, and cries of “Long live Aeternum!” For many, this was their first glimpse of the Kaiser’s wives, the true pillars of this new empire that promised a better future. At the grand gate of Star Palace, Queen Emilia of Star City stood with her head held high, though a faint tremor ran through her hand as she watched the procession. Beside her, Princess Emilia, her daughter, was a vision of youthful grace in a gown of cerulean blue. The young princess’s eyes, wide with a

He had quickly worked his way up the ranks and was now the chief butler of the Imperial Palace. - "Excuse me for disturbing you, Madam, but it will soon be time to leave for the Council of Kings. I would also like to remind you that afterwards, you will have lunch with your mother. Then to finish, you have the Council of Ministers". I sighed following the announcement of my schedule for the day. Being the Empress is not an easy task and sometimes I wish I hadn't become one. Nevertheless, caring for my people gives me a valid reason to feel useful, and I try my best not to make mistakes. Although every once in a while a mistake can be a positive thing. I waved to Kurt that he could go and wen

At first, the employees were confused about who I was but when I told them that I was a friend of Alexander's, they nodded their heads and spoke with me. For the first hour, I was getting hopeless since there was no peppermint scent around. Passing by a few workers, I happened to overhear their conversation. “What? The architect hired by the company is the CEO's ex-lover?” one of them asked with a gasp. Ex-lover? I wondered what could be the reason for their separation but I did not expect that someone as cold as Alexander would actually be in a relationship. Since I was curious about who the ex was and how she looked, I approached them. But before I could even say a word, someone appeared i

She was stuck drinking ginger ale, but the bright smile she had on her face as she mingled with the others was a smile I'd do anything to keep. My father and several others from the palace come to join in the fun as well, and when the old man started dancing, I choked on my glass of wine. Never had I seen him this down-to-earth around other people. He had told me that Princess Naomi had been arrested in her country and would pay for her crimes there. "Dance with me, babe," Emily said, snapping me out of my thoughts and observations. She pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and we danced together like we were already husband and wife.

“How convenient for all of you.” A palace steward stepped forward. Someone I had once greeted politely in hallways. His hands shook so badly his sleeves trembled. “I saw the princess holding a blade,” he said. “She rushed toward the queen.” “You were nowhere near the upper hall,” I snapped. “You were in the kitchens. Fetching honey cakes. You are lying and you know it.” The poor man wilted like a dying houseplant. Next came a servant girl. Barely older than me. She wrung her hands dramatically.