Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

she asked. “The Empress cannot have any contact with the male members of your crew,” he said firmly. "Uh, Dad, I hate to burst your bubble, but ninety percent of my crew is male," she grumbled. “And therefore, you will be the mediator,” he said. “The Empress will have her own envoy to act as a go-between.” "What about the rest of the rules?"

I explain before Emanuel clears his throat "Highness... She doesn't go by Empress..." He corrects and I roll my eyes "The packs are like kingdoms with-" I argue. "Emi... She doesn't want to go by Empress... You can ask the Hybrid Alpha when you meet him..." Emanuel chuckles as I smile a giddy smile.

“ Using title of the eldest member of Azure clan, I order you, Jasper Azure, to step aside of my way. Or get ready to face the consequences.” Her old wrinkled eyes changed color immediately switching to dark brown with a golden glow. She would transform any time to launch an attack. Everyone in the WEREALM was aware about Grand Empress : A fierce, deadly and marvelous fighter. She had never lost any of the fights in past. Sometimes, she even defeated her late husband, the Emperor. She turned old, but not powerless.

Yes, your majesty I have done it already then please bring the documents covering the order ok? Yes, you majesty, when do you want to receive the documents? Today I am in my office. OK sir I am on my way. Ok. Junior what type of farming do you want your continent to embark? Empress I want to produce sweet potatoes in large quantities to supply the whole twenty continents of our world.

She had listened to my descriptions of Aeternum’s capital, of its libraries, its academies, its burgeoning industries, with an almost desperate fascination earlier in the evening. “President Mies,” Princess Emilia began, her voice surprisingly steady, though a tremor of excitement was just discernible beneath it. She ignored her mother’s wide-eyed stare, her focus entirely on me. “If… if my mother agrees to this, and we… become a part of Aeternum’s royal family,” she chose her words carefully, thoughtfully, “will I… will I be able to visit Aeternum Capital?”

I said. “When we’re done with the wedding ceremony, you will officially become my wife. Although men of Darukai can have many women, they only have one official wife. Then when I become the next emperor, you will automatically become the empress because you are my wife. That is how it works here,” Ren explained. “I see. That makes sense,” I mumbled as I took in this new piece of information. Marrying Ren was something that I looked forward to. The same cannot be said about becoming the next empress. I mean, me as the empress?! The thought scares me so much that I just wanted to pass out to escape the burden of it all.

A flooding whisper suddenly echoes inside his mind, which made him smile in the most sinister way possible that he never did before. With the ruling number of the fourth, the Empress card shows its very beauty with blonde hair and a peaceful aura. Wearing a crown of twelve stars that represents the cycle of the year and the Zodiac Gods and Goddesses themselves, the Empress sits upon its throne of flowing red velvet with its very essence of the ruler. “The Empress,” Calls the name as he pins his attention towards the card with the hint and slight discomfort with dread and worst that suddenly came down and sends a shiver on his spine. But a loving kind of chill that he wanted.

I snap, though my throat feels tight. He leans back, arms crossed, watching me. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Playing the dutiful bride for my mother. Taking advantage of her goodwill.” I bite back a laugh. “Taking advantage? I’m doing this for her, not for me. And certainly not to get anything from you.” His lips twitch, not quite a smile. “Then why do I feel like I’m sitting across from someone manipulative to the core?” “I’m not playing games,” I say, sharper now. “I don’t need your money. I don’t want your name. I’m here because I gave my word.”

She thought to herself. “ On one condition Emilia.” He said with a smirk that Emilia wanted to slap away. “ What?” She asked. “ I’ll hand the company over to you on one condition.” He repeated. Emilia took her statement about him being a sweetheart back. He was far from it. She knew that he wouldn’t just give her the company without it being beneficial to him in a way. There was this feeling at the back of her mind that whatever condition he had in mind couldn’t be good.

she says evenly before striding away from the chambers, her composure masking the fury brewing within her. Back in her own chambers, the maids exchange nervous glances, well aware of the empress’s volatile temper. Hastily, they open the door to her room, bracing themselves for the outpouring of anger that they know is imminent. Regina’s voice fills the air with frustration and fury as she releases her pent-up emotions, scattering jewels and shattering vases in her wake. The room bears witness to the storm within her, mirroring the turbulent tempest raging inside the Empress herself.