Daughter Of The Emperor Ch 1 Novels & Stories

"She is still the daughter of the Emperor." "But father doesn't even care about her!" "Axiel I said that's ENOUGH." The Empress clicked her cup back on the table and her eyes are menacing. I can feel Princess Axiel flinched at the dominant sight of her mother. "Fine!" She threw my lifeless body on the ground and stormed out of the room. At last, silence finally met my ears but I can barely open my eyes. "You're lucky. I spared your life." I heard the Empress say as she walked towards me and tightly grabbed my chin. "It means-- your life is MINE."

It was only the name of the emperor - whom she thought was kind and generous to his people inside the empire "I thought he's a righteous emperor but it was only a façade. He's a great pretender after all," she whispered looking at the baby that was peacefully sleeping in the middle of nowhere where the baby was unconsciously doing different kinds of expressions as he didn't even bother to feel the surroundings

The first time I heard it, it was just a soft talk in the market. A few words from a woman buying apples, her voice low and hurried. I almost didn’t hear it, but then it came again, louder this time, from a poor man I’d shared food with a few days before. He looked at me with wide, worried eyes, not seeing Liora, but seeing me, Lioren, the boy who sometimes shared. "Did you hear?" he choked out, his voice breaking. "The Emperor… he’s marrying the girl who saved him. They say she’ll be Empress. Liora, they call her."

The blood began to boil in Celine's veins, stirring her madness, draining what was left of her sanity, so she grabbed her by the arm very violently and led her in front of her towards her husband's office. "Kayden, who is this female and what is the special service you requested for her?" Gal Kayden with his jumpy looks between his wife and the second female who rushed to justify "Lord, you attacked me for no reason outside your office,..." Kaiden raised his palm to her face, holding her and commanding her, "Get out now and never go back to the palace, I have given up your servants." The female was silent for a moment, comprehending the identity of Celine. She is the king's wife, the daughte

I replied coldly, “is my daughter’s decision.” I pinned him to the floor again and followed Elena’s scent upstairs. Tonight, I would use every ounce of my power as Emperor. Her door opened easily. She stood with her back to me, staring at a baby crib. The room was soundproof; she was oblivious to the war outside. “Hello, Elena,” I said quietly. “It’s been ages.”

The kind of heavy that made lungs work harder. Thick pillars of blackened wood lined the hall, painted dragons curling upward like they were climbing toward something they would never reach. The dais was carved with precision but shrouded in shadow. The King sat in the center, inlaid screens behind him filtering the light until even the air felt dim. She looked around for Yeonho. He was nowhere. Just the King’s guard and a young lady along with the young guard whom she had followed in there. Each step forward dampened her palms—not with fear, but with the quiet certainty that she couldn’t trust the King. Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar fa

he warned before leaving the chamber, the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance. The empress clenched her fists, the gravity of her duties weighing heavily upon her. She understood the significance of her father's impending visit. Without his support, the emperor would seize control of the palace. Once, her father had manipulated the emperor like a pawn, but now he was as cunning as a snake. A single misstep would lead to her family falling into the emperor's clutches. Although she had once harbored affection for the emperor, that love had dissipated over time. Her foremost goal was to secure her son's ascent to the throne, and she was determine in achieving this goal.

The dawn of a new day. “My King!” I hear the Immaculate Mother call from her podium. She looks alarmed to see me, but also relieved. Does she fear he will discover my identity? My markings an act of treason or a mark of divine intervention depending on your perspective. The King, his eyes heavy with fatigue, sees Erebus and I entering the sanctuary. The Queen sits on a throne, exhausted and weary from a night filled with waiting. “Finally.” Mutters the Queen, her voice so low I doubt anyone other than myself and Erebus could hear it.

"The first princess of the Arventia Empire, Camellia Arventia," the man by the door announced. The doors opened, the bright light blinding me for a moment. The hall was completely silent as everyone stared at me. The whispering grew as I walked towards the imperial family, seated on their thrones in the most prominent position in the great hall. I didn't allow myself to lower my head, I kept walking with difficulty, but always kept my eyes on my goal. Theodore's mother was standing just behind the emperor, looking at me with a cruel smile on her lips. The emperor looked at me with total disgust, and Theodore laughed openly, to the point of hugging his belly like a child. I felt humiliated an

"How are you sure it was her? What evidence do you have? Word of mouth? She…that girl cannot be here. She is at the Alcatraz!" Sir Orryk silently retrieved a rolled-up parchment from the belt at his waist and handed it to the Emperor. The parchment confirmed and removed any doubt that might have existed in both Chief Kaius's and the Emperor's minds. "Our best artists drew it from the description of the two witnesses." Emperor Vulcan studied the picture intensely. That was his daughter. Her round and child-like features that he was used to were gone, replaced by a subtle maturity brought about by the years that had passed since he last laid eyes on her.