Novel & Cerita Emperor With An Inconceivable Heart

Inside, a florist stared at a future she had never chosen. And somewhere between legacy and strategy, a contract the empire could not break had taken its first breath.

From her reading of the Heart of the continent, she knew that the citizens of the continent could never be completely trusted; especially the common folk. Anybody from the Great Houses could be the most powerful emperor or Chief but once the common people turn against their reign, that rule becomes considerably threatened. That was one of the major turning points in the novel in which the reigning emperor of the continent, Ishaq was forcefully dethroned. Clearing her throat, she put on her most convincing smile—one that she always used when she was about to glean information from a source. "May I know your name, Ma'am? I would like to be more familiar with you," She said as an ice-breaker.

It sent a shiver down him and from Eloy's expression, he was completely aware of the heat the other emperor was emitting. Eloy came then and his emperor swallowed his essence. Eloy sunk into his other emperor who was nuzzling him and pressing kisses everywhere. He was thankful, for these moments and for his two men. --------------

It looked really nice. "Please do well to treat Astris with the utmost care and respect. She is warm and will answer any questions you have." Mother turned to shake her vine hand. I felt someone come up behind me. "You're late." I muttered to Cedric. "Sorry, babe. I got distracted." He whispered. "It won't happen again." "Good. An Emperor is never late." "Yeah, I know. Can a future Emperor still get the future Empress on her knees?"

Even Rowen stared at her. "What... did you just say?" Kiara leaned back slightly. "Why should I greet someone who has never once acknowledged my greetings?" Her voice remained calm. "If he has no intention of recognizing me..." "...then remaining silent is simply more efficient." The Emperor clenched his fists. He wanted to rebuke her. Yet... The moment their eyes met— His heart skipped. Those eyes... They were exactly like his father's. Cold. Emotionless. Empty. For the first time... The Emperor hesitated.

The floorboards creaked beneath his weight. The storm outside intensified. Rain hammered against the windows. Creating the strange feeling that the entire world had narrowed to this one conversation. This one moment. Finally, Charles stopped beside the fireplace. His gaze drifted toward the portrait of himself and Richard hanging above it. For the first time, genuine emotion appeared on his face. Regret. "I loved my brother." The confession surprised everyone. Including Damian. Because nothing in the story so far suggested love. Only betrayal. Only disappearance. Only silence. Charles continued staring at the portrait.

“Seduce you? With me in the next room? Bold.” I walked over to him and stopped just in front of him. “She does not understand. No one does.” He looked up at me. “Understand what?” I reached out and cupped his face with one hand. “That I cannot stop thinking about you. That every time you are near me, the rest of the world fades. That I would burn this empire to the ground before I let anyone take you from me.” Aziel’s eyes widened slightly. Then that quirky smile returned. “Careful, Emperor. You are starting to sound obsessed.”

My heart twisted so painfully that I could barely breathe. All I could do was reach out and hold Mother's ice-cold fingers as tightly as my small hands could manage. A flash of embarrassment crossed Cedric's face, but it was quickly swallowed by anger. "So what? Would you have me give up the woman I truly love for the sake of some arranged marriage? Even the Emperor himself defied every advisor in his court to keep his heart devoted solely to the Empress. How is it wrong for me to do the same?

But what happened next caught her off guard and caused her heart rate to skyrocket. "We need you for the experiment that we've been working on. Thank you for laying down your life for the Empire's sake." Her rage immediately filled both her head and emotions as the world seemed to come to a halt around her. (... sacrifice...? When did I give my life for an Empire to which I had not even pledged my heart?!) Her eyes was drawn to the Emperor. Eyes that had once been empty were now filled with anger. "I never volunteered myself to be the sacrifice of this Empire for the sake of your experiment, Your Majesty."

King Urban said, “That old monk looks very perverted at a glance. He is not someone good. There is no guarantee that he is a monk that doesn’t follow Buddhist commandments. When he sees the stunningly beautiful Emperor, his lustful desire shows up, and he breaks the lust commandment. It’s hard to guarantee that!” Alex asked, “Is your Emperor very beautiful?” King Urban said, “Of course. It can be said that the incumbent Emperor Ghast is the prettiest one in tens of millions of years. Ask King Sandros if you don’t believe it. What was it like when I saw the Emperor for the first time? She almost couldn’t walk and slammed herself into a pillar. The pillar broke, causing her to lose a year of s