Emperor And The Female Knight Novels & Stories

And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful. Her breath hitched. She looked ahead—and her stomach dropped. The Emperor and Empress stood at the center of the arena. Emperor Priam—forty-two, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair slicked back, his sharp jawline shadowed by a short beard. His presence was cold and overwhelming. His deep, unreadable eyes locked onto Alessia the moment she entered. Empress Ariadne—late thirties, poised as if carved from royal marble. Her hair, dark brown and intricately braided, glimmered with embedded moonstone pins. Her gaze held both intellect and scrutiny.

Sena couldn’t fathom what Yuna was going through in that sort of place. The moment that Yuna spoke of her end of the deal, the Emperor was stunned by her proposal. The Emperor had only met this girl once. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen during his lifetime. She was unlike all the concubines in his residence and he could tell just by her demeanor. She was wise beyond her years and the smallest movements she made revealed the movements of an experienced martial artist.

She clearly moved very much like classical bladedancers, but held her beltknife with a reverse grip. “Do you honestly think you understand the realities of empire?” countered the Empress. “That what you think and believe about what it is, and what it should be elevates you above everyone else? That what you see is all there is to it? And yet somehow you have the answers? I would say that you’re the fool here.” Retholis was about to retort when the Empress suddenly launched into a spinning attack. He was astounded at her sudden burst of speed, and took a half step backwards defensively. He was barely able to raise his own beltknife in time, even as she stepped to his left and slashed across h

Christopher was sitting in his chair legs kicked up on the table, Alayna was to his side filing her finger nails, behind them was Elise sitting on a side table kicking her feet happily talking away with Cassandra who was overseeing the meeting making sure nothing took a turn towards violence, Thomas in a corner juggling around his battle axe like it was some sort of stunt performance trying to pass his boredom. The knights sitting behind Andrea could only glance at each other to the side with looks of confusion, this was far from the formal settings they were use to. "So what is it our dear friend the Emperor wished to talk about?" One week ago. "E-E-Emperor Aldous!" Even though it was a Pr

It had been a while since the death of my child, long enough that I'd almost forgotten about Cole haunting my dreams. "Who might you be talking about exactly?" she asked, her eyes never leaving mine. "Cole," I huffed, feeling the sweat drip down my neck. Her eyes filled with concern, and she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knight. "Greetings, my Empress. The emperor wishes to speak with you this instant," the knight said, kneeling. "Tell him I'm not interested in seeing him at the moment. I intend to visit the springs, and if possible, I'll honor his request later," I replied, but the knight shook his head.

I protested, “Hey! How could you just bump into someone—“ But as I looked up, I saw him. The signature platinum blonde hair, perfect blue eyes, and very princely stance. It was the male protagonist— My thoughts were cut off as one of his knights drew his sword and pointed it at my neck. I felt a sharp sting as the blade is slowly piercing through my skin. The knight with brown hair looked at me, disgusted, and said, “How dare you come near the great Emperor Cadmus Hunter?” Another knight chimed in and mocked me, “It’s the cursed girl. Despite her family’s high status in the society, she’s merely a Lady. That red hair is unsightly! We might as well cut it.”

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.

The Emperor hesitated. What happened... during these four years? --- He swallowed his anger. "There is another important matter." He gestured toward the young woman beside him. "Come forward." The girl obediently stepped ahead. The hall erupted into whispers. Only Kiara remained expressionless. She had expected this moment. "I wish to introduce my second daughter." "Amelia Hyperion." The whispers grew louder. The Emperor continued. "Eighteen years ago... I mistook another woman for my late wife." "From that mistake..."

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

Zeke winced. “First it was the minotaurs.” Posy stated. “Then Nerius.” Hunter pointed out. “Those two mermaids.” Indrick finished. “I’m sorry Empress, but you are a damsel in distress.” “Oh no.” Oz whispered. “A damsel?” I yelled. “I...I am not a damsel in distress! I am an Empress! A powerful woman!” “You are, Empress.” Hunter agreed. “However...you do seem to be taken a lot. I mean I was knocked out and you were snatched.”