Emperor Time Novels & Stories

It was killing me on the inside, but I didn’t dare do or say anything out of turn. “Emperor, you heard him. Nothing inappropriate happened. It’s all just a big misunderstanding…” the empress quickly cut in. “Empress, are you implying that General Shin and I both misunderstood the situation that we witnessed?” It was Ren’s cold voice that shut the empress up this time. I guess this is what happens when you speak out of turn. Ren was clearly not going to let the Empress step in and disturb the process of justice. “Please refrain from speaking out of turn,” the emperor said coldly, and the empress apologized immediately.

“Well, you see, I sort of run an empire around a large area with lots of men and women working for me and following my orders, so it is important I monitor my safety.” She tilted her head, a thousand questions crossing her face. “Does that make you a king?” “An emperor, but... yeah.” “What’s an emperor?” “An emperor is above the kings. The kings answer to the emperor, but there’s no one an emperor answers to.” She chuckled. “My uncle Matteo doesn’t look like he answers to anyone, so he’s an emperor, too, right?” “He is. You seem quite fond of your uncle.” “I am. He even—”

He sat up, making up his mind. ‘I will not waste even a single second…’ he thought, struggling to stand up. ‘As the Emperor I cannot waste my time for myself.’ With this decision in mind, he decided to set his own priorities aside and make the Empire’s priorities first. ‘This pain is nowhere close to what the people are experiencing in their everyday lives.’

Nobody had time to care. I had been refining my uniform since the end of week one: the standard gray-and-white kitchen auxiliary dress, the white apron, the servant's cap that I wore pulled forward slightly because I had noticed that servants who positioned their caps to shadow their faces registered as less individual to the eye. I had also noticed, with the methodical observation I applied to everything, that the Emperor's movements had three consistent patterns despite the rotation of his security details: the war room in the early mornings, the ceremonial hall inspections on preparation days, and the east garden — alone, always alone — for approximately fifteen minutes at dusk, during th

"Hide me. Just for a moment." The man turned slowly. As the city light struck his face, Gabrielle's breath hitched. He was devastatingly handsome — sharp, angular features, a jawline carved from granite, and eyes like frozen obsidian. Eyes that had seen everything and been impressed by almost none of it. Ethan Shore. She recognized him. Everyone in the country knew that face. He was the Emperor of Shore Corporation, a man whose family wealth could purchase small nations. He was also a man rumoured to be as cold-blooded as he was brilliant.

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

"Especially since the former Emperor is bedridden and your father is the emperor in standing." "Excuse me.." I felt as if time had paused at the revelation. "What do you mean? My father standing Emperor? Since when?" I asked, a laugh escaping my lips. If this was a horrible night mare I might just about wake from it as soon as possible. "Since the emperor..." I held my hands in the air, signalling the both of them to keep quiet. "I heard you the first time." I added. "When did this all come to be?" I asked as they just cleared their throats as one would start and the other would finish the other sentence like in a perfect sync.

Ealdorman Saxon eagerly blurted as he took a sip of water. “Yes, as Ealdorman Saxon stated, your wedding will take place in four months, and as time dictates your and Prince Raiden’s coronation will take place in six months. I call to adjourn, and this council meeting comes to an end.” Ealdorman Leif stood and banged his staff on the floor as he turned to leave the room. “My love!” Raiden grabbed hold of Bridgette as she was coming through the doorway. “Tell me what was decided?”