Empress Crown Novels & Stories

The crown is a broad band that circles his head with six short points, each with an oval cabochon of onyx surrounded by small square cut emeralds set in the broad part near the band. He looks every inch the King he is, and again seems unable to control his jaw. She rolls her eyes at him, and Greyson hands her to him and she taps his jaw gently. He closes it and gives her a crooked smile, he lets his eyes drag over her slowly, and she sighs, “Yes, George. I know how good I look. Just rein it in a little, would you?” He smiles, and kisses her temple softly,

“Of course, Empress. I’m sure they’ll be stunned when they see you. All eyes will be on you, so don’t show any sign of nervousness. You need to be confident, powerful—especially with the Emperors by your side. Don’t be surprised if they act differently in front of our people, especially Emperor Izar. He never smiles in public—unlike how he is around you. They need to appear stern, so no one thinks they’re weak. You should be the same, Empress—never show any weakness.” I smiled and nodded. “Thank you for the advice, Natisa. Don’t worry, I’m confident because you’re all here supporting me. Thank you so much…” I hugged her briefly and closed the door. I gently laid the dress over the back of a

Gabriella was aware that Kathryn loved collecting crowns, especially the ones embedded with emeralds. She donated a cluster-set diamond and emerald crown that once belonged to the Eboris royals. Queen Eliana herself wore it. Then, she asked Brody to purchase it and give it to Kathryn as a gift, thereby winning her favor. The banquet reached its peak the moment the crown was put up for auction. After some spirited competition, Brody won it, purchasing it at the price of 20 million dollars. Then, he gently placed it on Kathryn's head with his own hands.

Valli bowed and moved towards Ren's side. Setsu & Natsu walked up together giving a bow of respect. They did not speak as they removed their gifts. *Schup!* A very large map was pulled out that covered the entire territory of the Empire locations from their enemies. The energy exuded from it allowed all to know it's power. The map was in the Breaking Bonds Realm and had a spirit of its own inside it. *Schup!* A crown was pulled out that radiated a gentle breeze of mental energy. The crowd could not hold back on seeing this. It was the crown that Empress Malificent wore when founding the Empire.

The engagement ceremony Sebastian orchestrated for me was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral, the most august landmark in the city. White roses carpeted the streets for miles, every petal steeped in the sweet fragrance of absolute power. I wore a bespoke, hand-stitched lace gown, its voluminous train borne by six bridesmaids. Sebastian stood at the altar, his gaze fixed on me with unashamed fervor and devotion. Just as the priest was about to administer the vows, the heavy oak doors of the cathedral were flung open.

It was really crowded. Cristine made the decision to send them to her medical facility. In her hospital, yes, you heard it. "Empress Medical Center" is the name of her hospital. In the underworld, she's known as Empress. Exclusively for her members, there were free services. An old guy she accidently saved gave her this hospital. Is she making the right decision in bringing them to her hospital? ... A/N: I was just thinking about how congested public hospitals are. Even without the pandemic, it was extremely crowded.

The choice she made today would shape not only her own destiny but the fate of the kingdom, now that she has accepted her true identity. As the anticipation in the air reached a peak, Empress Ilyana, who had been seated on an elevated dais overlooking the southern grounds, slowly rose from her throne. Her movements were graceful, yet they carried the authority of someone who had ruled the empire with strength and wisdom. Dressed in rich, flowing robes of deep crimson and gold, adorned with intricate patterns that symbolized the empire's strength and longevity, she was a vision of regal dignity. The crown upon her head glittered in the sunlight, its jewels a testament to her station.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

Rehearsals for the crowning ceremony started in full force the following day. Sebastian spent the morning being fitted for his formal clothes and trying on the crown. It was odd to feel the weight of the crown on his head. It was a lot heavier than it had looked on his mother’s head. The crown was gold and had emeralds on each peak. It was centuries old and had to be restored every few years. The original fur lining had been replaced with synthetic fur ten years before for a better public image.

“Princess Deloris, will you uphold the customs and duties of the crown?” I nod my head. “I will.” The same voice booms again and snaps me yet again to attention. “Princess Deloris, do you accept the crown?” Again, I nod. “I do.” A couple of clergy step forward. One puts the crown on my head, while the other places the royal golden egg with my family’s crest in my hand. My eyelids again dip, but a slight pain in my shoulder has me whipping my eyelids wide open again.