Emperor And Empress Novels & Stories

In the end, their bodies were hacked into pieces and thrown to wild dogs. I did not want to go through any of that again; I would lose my mind if I had to relive it. ... The news of the Crown Prince eloping with an illegitimate daughter spread like wildfire throughout the capital. This time, Emperor Roland Ashford himself stepped in and put Dorian under house arrest, forbidding anyone from visiting him. Empress Victoria was terrified when she heard the news, realizing that even she might not be able to protect Dorian this time. Her body swayed unsteadily where she stood.

The words were simple, direct, and shocked most people. "Listen, listen! By the order of Emperor Kaelric Valen Drazor, who saved Kaldor and brought back order! His Imperial Majesty, having been miraculously saved from danger by a kind person with great character, has decided to marry this noble person. The maiden known as Liora, who showed amazing kindness and bravery in the Emperor’s worst moments, will be honored and will become the Empress of Kaldor!"

"Officer, just because this is a princess's estate doesn't mean you can ignore our suffering." One voice became many. Word spread until it reached the Department of Justice. Royal guards broke in. They searched every corner. Keisha had only used the blood of prisoners already sentenced to death. But the Emperor hated witchcraft and curses above all else. She was dragged before the throne and publicly condemned. Keisha didn't defend herself. She didn't even answer. She just whispered her consort's name over and over. Everyone understood then: she had lost her mind. The Emperor stripped her of her title. She was confined to the estate for life.

he began, his voice unhurried and deliberate, "Did you just say that my Empress has been keeping your daughter from you?" Cedric and Seraphina went rigid. "The... The Empress?" Cedric raised his head, his gaze falling on Mother, the blood draining from his face. "She... She..." "She is my Empress. The lady of the court, and the only one in this kingdom who holds that title." Father spoke each word with precision. "And that child."

12 August *** Today, I married the Emperor and received the title of Empress. I, on the other hand, am feeling suffocated. It's hardly the kind of freedom I was hoping for. I have to be flawless as Empress. I need to bear a son to be the Empire's next heir— Olivier carefully read each page, his gaze trembling in disbelief that the Empress had her own issues. "That two faced Empress..." 19 February *** My first son was born today. But it didn't make me feel fulfilled or joyful. Because the Emperor didn't even pay me a visit while I was pregnant.

“I was only four of five years old when you last came to Blakia, but I remembered you so well to tell you that you changed a lot!” “What about you?” Lucian laughed. “You are a grown-up now!” “It is very nice to see you again—” Oliver stopped when his eyes landed on Axel. The Virtusian Prince was shyly looking at them, his hands behind his back, his smile not leaving his small and beautiful face. “Is this the prince?” he asked his cousin. “Your prince?” “Indeed,” Lucian smiled proudly and approached him. “I shall introduce you to my dear husband Axel, Prince Consort of Virtus.” he placed his hand on his waist to encourage him to meet his family.

Whoever she was, she had to be strong, powerful, maybe even dangerous to sit on that throne. "No one knows yet," my assistant replied. "But her identity will be made public soon." Could this be someone I already knew? Had she been working quietly in the shadows of business? Well, we’d all have to wait to see who owned the empire now. I paused for a moment before turning back to him. "Send our condolences to the Smithfield family immediately. Flowers, and a gift as well," I ordered. "Yes, sir," he said, quickly typing into his tablet.

One of the six silhouettes spoke up. Sena didn't answer and just join the six as Daniel follows behind. Reaching the very top of the high ground, behind the six silhouettes, below their sight are hundreds- thousand- no... legions of human silhouettes are standing up in lines waiting for their orders from their commanders. These countless people that one could not see the end of the army are being lead by eight commanders who are at the high ground. These eight commanders look at their army as their army looks at them with respect and admiration.

Truth be told, I hope that the king would get better because I've never had a conversation with him before but not just that, this is actually the first time seeing him other than looking at his pictures. As I take my time to eye Emery, I manage to see glimpses of similarities between them two. For instance, they both have brown hair—which I'm pretty sure, runs in the family. Their faces are defined and well sculptured, beautifully defining their other features even though they look quite different, I can't help but say that their genes are the bomb dot com. ''How is he?'' He asks.

Although it was said in a low voice, there was no one who didn't hear what he said. "You will all die for your sin." That was the only sentence that could be heard far and wide. It shocked everyone present there when Tsarayu said it in his heavy voice. To many people, this scene looked like the King of Hell giving his judgment on sinners. "Aren't you getting a bit too overconfident, little guy? Now that you have killed a monster king, you dare have the courage to talk to a monster emperor like that? Let me tell you, you have yet to grasp the power difference between an emperor and a king." Monster Emperor Taras snorted as he saw Tsarayu standing motionless before him, looking at him with dis