Empress As Intentions Novels & Stories

Alena asked. “ know your place fausia's bitch ” the two growled at each other. until. “ I gave an order and it hasn't been carried out ” the Empress herself came . Maria wondered why she would come herself, could she not have waited for the guard to bring her ? what was so important to say that she came herself. her eyes were hollow, empty . her green eyes looked lifeless without any emotions. was she trained on how to contain her emotions so much that she doesn't know how to stop ?

Swore I would give each suitor proper consideration. I just... haven't. Not yet. I will. Of course, I will just– I’ve just been busy. Too much work. Too many trade routes to stabilize, too many diplomats to charm, too many smiles to wear like armor. But that’s not completely the truth. I know it’s not. I know, but…the truth is, I don’t want to know what’s inside them. Not yet. It's my duty as Empress to secure the succession, to provide my people with the stability of a royal heir. I know this as surely as I know my own name. Yet I find myself hesitant, dragging my feet like a child avoiding an unpleasant task..

“The day we crossed paths, and you did a reading for me?” “Oh,” Stella’s smile was soft. “By that time, we suspected that Aislen was an Emissary, of course, but not the Emissary of the mother’s own line. I drew the Empress card, as you will remember. The first time that I drew it, I thought it confirmed the pregnancy, however when I drew it the second time… I knew. And of course, it makes complete sense.” “Sure, it does,” Aislen replied sourly. “None of this makes sense to me.”

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.

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 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.

I just placed my hand in his, the contact feeling like a pact with a viper. “The Grand Empress is the one and only person you need to impress,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper only I could hear as we approached the doors. “I don’t really give a fuck about anyone else in this place. Fuck this up, and the contract gets breached.” I almost rolled my eyes at his words, but I dared not. It would take him nothing to revoke the contract and destroy my pack. The weight of that threat was a cold stone in my stomach.

Much more than last year. - What a record. – Mimi said. – Here are some gifts that are more advertising and marketing, to present yourself than gifts. – Hikaru said, taking a gift with a card, more than 40 packages of books. – Are you going to invest in bookstores, dad? – Hikaru questioned. - Yes, let's negotiate. – Mimi said. - Several investors and associates will come, they are ready, but I think about the shareholders. – He said.