Romans & histoires Empress Hoshi Sato

A contract with a signature and nothing more. Then the chapel doors open, and my carefully constructed certainty starts to crack. Her father steps in first, tall, proud, his hand curled protectively around her arm. Then I see her. Isabella Hart. My bride. For a moment, I forget to breathe. The dress should have looked ridiculous, heavy with lace and sequins, the kind of gown that makes a woman look like a doll. But on her, it doesn’t. The fabric hugs her waist, the neckline bares her shoulders, and the faint shimmer of beads catches the light. Her hair is braided into a knot, a few strands loose around her face. She looks untouched. Fragile, even.

They wore shell bras and their green metallic tails flopped. “Hi!” I called. “Hello!” They stopped laughing and looked over at us. “Hi!” The green haired one waved. “How are you on this glorious day in the Slumbering Reef?” “Um..fantastic?” I laughed slightly. “How are you.” “Oh just phenomenal!” The pink haired one smiled. “I’m Deniz, this is Talise!” “I’m Empress Zelda.” Their eyes widened. “An Empress? Like a princess?” “More like a queen.” Zeke admitted.

“Romantic debt?” After listening to Vera’s sentiments, Emmett suddenly remembered something and spoke up, “Miss, I have the impression that the current head of the Ito family is also a girl, and her age shouldn’t be too far off from Sophie. Her name is Ito Nanako.” “It’s also a girl?” Vera could not help but wonder in shock, “What’s going on these days? Is it popular for girls to be the head of the family? Could it be that she is also connected to Charlie in some way?”

The emperor said. "Enjoy your night empress." They both bowed before walking away. "Oh! So this is your mate?" A tiny feminine voice said. "Oh, that’s it, Marissa." Emperor Vins Bond replied. Finally Kiara looked up to meet the beautiful silver eyes still trained on her. Who is she? Yeah, her name is Marissa and from the looks of it they seem close. Kiara thought. "Meet my mate, Kiara." He came to stand beside her as he did the introduction.

Anamika thundered. Everyone froze, including Seraphina who was standing a few feet away. The image of the videos they’ve watched about their first Female Emperor, the story they’ve heard about her, and the image of her in their minds, all started rushing out in full force. Anamika spoke exactly how Emperor Dorothy used to. She was the First Emperor in the history of Hassride to ever use the royal pronouns. When asked why, her reply was:

Nodding with her blinking eyes, Carol tried to get up when Emerald gestured her not to and was about to question her it was interrupted by Carol, “How is Grand Empress? Is she fine?” Emerald narrowed his eyes and sighed heavily. Carol tried to read his expressions and got something in her mind, but she wasn’t sure of it. The shocking news was revealed to her when Emerald said that the Grand Empress had been missing from the mountain house and all the soldiers were unconscious, but they still don’t remember what happened.

‎Porsha on the other hand didn't find anything amusing about Leviathan, he was a demon that every woman prayed to never have as a husband. ‎ ‎Empress Helen made her way to the mat, taking a seat next to queen mother Matilda. She then gestured for Porsha to take a seat next to Leviathan. At first Porsha resisted, her feet refusing to move forward but with strong will and determination she piloted herself towards Leviathan, taking a seat next to him. ‎“Lets pray” Empress Helen commanded and the rest obliged. ‎“Almighty thank you for this meal, we pray that you continue to sanctify it.... in Jesus's mighty name we have prayed, Amen” She concluded and everyone opened their eyes, but unfortunatel

A wash of ivory, with hits of blue and gold in places. My assessment stops when I curtsy as well, “Your Majesty, Lady Haraldsen.” “Ah, you’re here.” The Empress’ voice reaches me “You made us wait quite a bit.” I straighten, and it’s now that I get to see the people present. The Empress’ is dressed as regally as ever, in a sharp cut gown of maroon satin so dark it’s almost black. Her golden hair is braided in a top knot, and a thin crown of gold gleams on her brow.

She was just trying to restrain herself from rushing to the Morgan corp which was their competitor and beat shiteour if his stupid brain. She sat majestically on her throne, opened her laptop and started typing furiously on the keyboard. Hazel who was trembling a second ago couldn't help but look at her boss with awe and worship in her eyes. Her speed was something that amazes her each and every moment she sees her boss working on the computer. Less than a minute later, Miranda pulled out a USB disk and handed it to the dumbfounded Hazel.

The grand ballroom of the Astoria Hotel glowed with golden chandeliers and polished marble floors. The room buzzed with quiet laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of powerful people pretending to care about charity. Adriana Cole stepped out of her black car and handed the keys to the valet without a word. The moment she entered the building, heads turned. They always did. Tonight she wore a deep emerald gown that clung perfectly to her tall figure, the silk flowing elegantly as she walked. Her dark hair was pinned back in a smooth knot, exposing the sharp elegance of her face.