El Regreso Del Emperador Novels & Stories

I replied bluntly. A faint and fake smile appeared on his face again. “Good.” Then he added, “Because things are about to change.” “What do you mean?” I asked loudly, before I could stop myself. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he let a moment of silence pass and took a deep breath. “My grandfather is coming back soon.” The words hit me sharply. Mr. Alexander. Coming back here. To this house. My chest tightened. The real war was just starting. “When?” I asked calmly, not showing my weakness.

And yet— In my previous life, when I was condemned, it was Alexander who rode from the northern border without rest, driving his horses to collapse beneath him. He arrived too late. He knelt before my coffin for three days and three nights, refusing food, refusing sleep. “I failed you,” he had whispered hoarsely. “I should have stopped this marriage, even if it meant defying the crown. I should have saved you.” I blinked away the memory. Beside Alexander stood the second prince, composed and detached. His mother had once been the King’s acknowledged mistress, and though he was raised within the palace, he understood the limits of his claim. He neither fought nor schemed. The throne was never

"I know you may be lonely. But just think about your actions. What will His Majesty think when he finds out about this?" With a faint smile, Aurora shrugged and looked at the figure laying next to her on the bed. "What do you think of my actions, Your Majesty?" Devrim sat up and wrapped his arms lovingly around his wife. "I am actually pretty pleased if I am being honest." Candela lifted her head. "Emperor Devrim!" she cried. "I had no idea you had returned." "Obviously." The Empress covered her grin with her hand. "I am so sorry." Candela stood, curtsied, and ran mortified from the room.

A few moments after the Chiefs entered, his father's arrival was announced by the royal herald. "His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the continent, Emperor Vulcan of the Estor tribe is coming in now! Please stand to greet and honor him!" The Herald declared, stamping his heavy staff on the hardwood floor. The emperor entered the chambers looking as regal and tall as ever despite being well into his fifties. He sat down at the head of the table and nodded his head; a signal that meant he had accepted their greeting and they could all sit down. Before the emperor could speak, Daegal immediately got a word in. "Chief Davit, what is the situation of the riots in Alsayf? Are they getting better

The Emperor returned to the tent with the Daughters following, and with tears of joy, the Emperess hugged and kissed her Daughters. “You did well to bring back our Daughters. Is the stronghold destroyed? Are those bandits destroyed as well?” The Emperess asked, looking coldly at her husband. “Girls, why don’t you go to your tent? We will travel back to the city tomorrow. Your Mother and I need to have a talk,” The Emperor said instead of answering the Emperess.

For a few seconds, Rex and Marcia let passion take over, and just as Marcia removed her shirt a stern voice cut across the balcony. “As much as I am elated to see the both of you happy, Rex must get some rest, he has a very long and important journey to undertake tomorrow, my dear Marcia I am sorry.” Once they both recognized the voice belonged to the emperor, Marcia gasped, turning away quickly and snatching up the shirt she had removed, throwing it over her head before turning back around and bowing to Rector. “I am sorry my emperor, I made a mistake.”

, he spoke so confidently, Alexis forgot the whole ordeal they went through and laughed, then quickly winced at the throb in her stomach. “Oh no, is Alastair’s pride hurt?” She teased and received a playful glare. “Be careful now Plebeian”, Amidst their unconscious flirting they didn’t notice the bewildered soldiers that stared at the notoriously evil emperor. ‘This guy is that emperor?... there’s no way’ He looked to be in pain and still spoke gently. At that moment they all recognised the falsehood of those rumours and decided to dedicate their lives to this new emperor.

she whispered, a faint smile curving her lips. It undid him. His eyes stung, hot with traitorous tears. He turned quickly, pressing his lips into a hard line, willing his face into composure. You’re her guard. Not her boyhood admirer. Not that foolish child at the palace gates. “Then… if you don’t mind, we should return,” he managed, his voice steadier than he felt. The sun would soon break. The king would be demanding answers. “I’ll carry you on my back.”

Kiara hears the clinking of a glass and the voices fall silent, a man begins to speak, talking about the conquest of the Emperor and all the great things he had achieved on his campaign, he listed them out, earning cheers from the crowd, finally he came to the conquest of Cassia and Dion. “…now the Emperor has brought back the greatest conquest of all, a beautiful maiden. I present to you, The Emperor and his wife.” Kiara hears the thunderous applause given by the inhabitants of the room. She expects them to go through the curtains but the Emperor is yet to move. Did he forget that the applause was their cue? The applause begins to die down, only then did he part the curtain and enter the th

On the fourth morning, Silverhall woke to chaos before sunrise. Halrem had barely finished reviewing the first physician reports of the day when hurried footsteps sounded beyond the western study doors. A palace guard entered, visibly out of breath and trying unsuccessfully to maintain ceremonial composure. “Your Majesty,” he said quickly, “the northern emperor has returned.” Something sharp and immediate loosened beneath Halrem’s ribs before she could stop it. She hated that instantly. Instead of acknowledging the reaction, she lowered the physician report with deliberate calm. “And why,” she asked coolly, “does the palace sound as though invading armies crossed the gates.”