Emperor And Empress Novels & Stories

But, life in the palace was different from popular perception - it wasn't all fancy dress, tea parties, and balls, nor was it full of sycophantic nobles. After the empress died, leaving no children, the emperor chose my mother as his consort. She was the daughter of a wealthy marquis and was known throughout the empire for her beauty. But, after giving birth to Princess Camellia, her only child from a loveless marriage, she died mysteriously. I have been rejected by everyone since I was born, leading the empire to mourn once again. The emperor's wife was poisoned, but no one investigated who committed such a terrible act against a young mother who had recently given birth to her daughter.

He told himself he had done worse before, and the empire had survived because of it. Still, the name echoed in his head. Sierralya. He pushed away from the table and crossed the room, stopping at the window. From here, the palace grounds looked calm. Orderly. As if nothing beneath them was rotting. As if there weren’t things buried so deep even he pretended not to remember them. “She’s my daughter,” he said aloud, to no one. The words didn’t change anything. “Dismissed.” The councilors filed out slowly. When the doors finally closed, he was left with just Caspian.

I scoff. Within seconds, my phone lit up again with notifications again, again I go into the link like a fool. #AidenAndRae #TheItCouple #BraceletTheory ← oh no. “Bracelet theory?” Aiden frowns. “There’s a bracelet theory?” he asks. I look at the pictures of us side by side there are of him alone with his bracelet and mine too. I show him the pictures and he looks at him. He goes still. Very still.

Walking beside Luca Bennett. Victor was going to enjoy this. Because every empire had a weakness. And Adriana Cole had just found hers.

He let out a soft, sleepy giggle, his small hands patting Elena’s cheeks. "I’m sorry, Leo," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I’m so sorry the world is like this. But I promise you... I will burn every shadow until there’s nothing left but light for you." She rocked him in the silence, the Chairperson of the Syndicate and the mother of the heir, two halves of a woman who was finally beginning to understand the true cost of her crown. Outside, the sun was high over the city, but the clouds were gathering on the horizon. The "Joint Empire" was formed. The board was purged. And in the shadows of Singapore, a new enemy was waiting for the Empress to arrive.

She was revered by all in the realm, yet she remained unmarried all her life and left no children. Meanwhile, General Gideon Ward guarded the borderlands for many years until his death, and never married. Two months after his death, the empress passed the throne to a young kinsman of the imperial clan and became a nun. Her monastic name was Memoria.

“Ah! We’ve finally made it!” exclaimed the empress as she stepped out, her face fully covered. She looked incredibly happy to be back at her residence, and it was clearly written all over her face as Long Chen watched. As the two walked toward the door, a dozen servants respectfully greeted the empress. They immediately and respectfully allowed Long Chen—whose arm the empress was holding—to enter.

Was that how an emperor supposed to react? "Aloisia is from the North Kingdom," Dante said to her. "It's a custom to kiss after getting lawfully married in the North Kingdom -- it's a symbol of unity." I stared at him. Did he really think that I accepted him as my husband? This marriage wasn't even legal because the emperor and Dante weren't real. "Tch!" The Empress eyed him scornfully. Since the Emperor didn't say anything, she couldn't continue this issue. In the end, she shut down her trap and glared hard at me.

The palace felt calmer than it had in days. Perhaps everyone was relieved that Seraphine had finally been removed from the court. Or perhaps they were simply pretending nothing had happened. By the time we reached the northern wing, the crowds had disappeared and the corridors became quieter. Older as well. The walls here were covered with faded paintings of former emperors, each one dressed in heavy ceremonial robes. Their eyes seemed to follow us as we walked beneath them. Valerian stopped before two enormous oak doors covered in carved wolves and ancient symbols.