Daughter Of The Empire Novels & Stories

the empress replied. "If I didn't have the status of the emperor's daughter and didn't know Alistair, maybe I would have approached your son and become his lover," concluded Scarlett, smiling faintly. "You'd better stay away from my son, Scarlett," the Empress insisted. ******

Mother? “ I missed you every single day, my princess,” the emperor hugged me. I hadn't noticed when he got up. “ Wait a minute, I don't know what you all are talking about. My name is Eira not Cleo. I think you've gotten the wrong person,” I apologized, pulling away from the hug. “ Not with that hair and color. Only a member of the royal family has this look,” the emperor stated. “ Do you get it now?” The empress took my hands in hers. “ You are back where you belong. You are our daughter and the crown prince of Azurethra Empire.”

Grandfather stands up and walks towards the minister," What do you mean by other empires? She's my granddaughter, the emperor of the great Bliaviroth empire. The empire which was founded by my daughter." The courtroom went numb after hearing my grandfather's explanation. I never thought he would care about his late daughter's founded empire. Because as far as I know when my mother died, no-one from the Elven kingdom came for the funeral ceremony. That was the time when the royals of Bliaviroth assumed the Elven king had abandoned his daughter.

He had watched it all like a game. "You let them hurt me," I said, my voice rising. "You let Damien treat me like a slave! You let Silas try to kill my daughter!" "It was a test, Hazel," my father said, stepping closer. "I needed to know if you were strong enough to inherit this empire. A weak daughter is useless to me. But you... you survived. You showed teeth. You’re finally ready to take your place by my side." "I would rather die," I hissed.

“I’m never gonna let you sell me. You’ll have to kill me first.” Vergelio Ferdinand cocks his head as if examining something strange and foreign. I guess no one had dared to challenge him before. They’d groomed my father to run the empire from the moment his chubby face came out screaming from my grandmother’s womb. He steps closer to me before bending down and whispering, “Don’t think I won’t consider that, amore.” The stony smile and the icy blue stare tells me that my father wouldn’t think twice about slitting the throat of his only daughter, because to him, I am a toy to manipulate and use until I break and there is nothing left.

“for war” “FOR WAR?! My daughter?! The Heir to my throne is away training for war?! War against whom?!” “heir to the throne? You must be delusional” “SILENCE” I allow my Empress power out and they all fall to their knees and I step on her hand she screams out “I have seen in my daughters memories how you have treated her in my absence but I assure you, you will never harm my daughter again!’’

"I don't know the truth of twenty years ago, Elena. But I know the truth of today. I am here. I am bleeding with you. And I will burn the world down to keep you safe—even if I have to burn my own father’s legacy to do it." In the distance, the gala music continued to play, a jaunty, upbeat tune that felt like a mockery of the tragedy unfolding in the heart of the Spire. The Empress had her crown, and she had her King, but the foundation of her empire was made of ash and lies. Elena stood up, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her blood-stained hand. The "Ice Queen" was gone. In her place was a woman who had nothing left to lose but her son.

The Empress frowned as she called out to her daughter. Yvette had not even had the chance to leave with Darryl. "I'll be alone if you go with him. Who will be here to take care of me? You should stay here with me!" The Empress glared at Darryl contemptuously when she said that. 'Just because I approved of your relationship, you think that you have my recognition? You're a b*stard who doesn't deserve my daughter!'

And somewhere, beyond the quiet house and the sleeping fields, another woman was standing at the edge of her own impossible decision. She didn't know it yet. But tomorrow... She was going to choose herself. And that... Was how every empire truly began.

she murmured. For the past two months, ever since Emily had heard about the rumours of Talon and his father fucking her daughter, she had become strangely proud and excited. She was proud of the fact that her daughter was fucking the same man who had once fucked her along with his friends—and this time, it was with his son. From the way everything was unfolding, it seemed like they were the men Zevara said loved her, which Emily believed they did, judging from the news circulating on social media. She was proud that while she had once been his slut, her daughter was now their love interest.