Novel & Cerita Empress Ki Episode 28

She had learned long ago that the fastest way to feed rumor was to flee from it. Across the room, Catherine stood rigid beside her in-laws, hands folded too tightly. Margaret Hawthorne’s smile was impeccable. Her eyes were sharp with satisfaction. Catherine caught Lillian’s gaze. Panic flickered. Lillian gave a single, grounding nod. Stay still. At the far end of the hall, Elena Whitmore had gone quiet. She stood near Sofia Reyes, posture immaculate, face composed. But her eyes tracked movement now instead of faces. She followed the arc of attention the way others followed light.

But I had a feeling that Dante wasn't the type of person who would knock. When I opened the door, I realized that my prediction was right. Annie beamed at me. And she brought food. She was officially my favourite person in this book. We ate and chatted. Annie knew gossip related to the royal families. She would lower her voice whenever she talked about them. It was strange to hear the royal scandals from a young girl, but I needed information. "Basically, the empress wants her son to be the next emperor?" I probed. "Yes, but the fifth prince is young and his achievements barely match Prince Dante." She said to me, "However, Prince Dante is too cruel."

CHAPTER EIGTH Zhane I was busy doing my paper works when I heard a knock, the door opens but I didn’t pay attention on who it is. “Master, madam has woken up from her coma” Keith informed, as long as I heard his words talking about my empress, I stand up immediately “Prepare the car” I ordered him as I fixed my things and take long strides toward the door. Finally my angel is awake I cannot contain the happiness building up on my system.

Standing there, looking incredibly smug in a gray designer suit, was my ex-husband. Dean Emiliano. "You actually showed up," Dean sneered, a wicked, condescending smile playing on his lips. "And with Jared Donovan, no less. You really are a desperate little bitch, aren't you?" "Get away from me, Dean," I hissed, my hands shaking in rage. "Before I have Jared's security throw you out on your face." "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Dean chuckled, stepping closer. He tilted his head toward the far side of the ballroom. "Don't you want to see your family first?"

King Aldric “The prophecy.” King Aldric Ainsworth was at the head of the table. He said it plainly. No shouting. Still, no one spoke after. “Your Majesty, we don’t actually know what it means” — Lord Caspian started. Aldric cut him off. “A power surge on a blood moon. From inside my palace. From a White Wolf.” His fingers pressed into the wood. “Strong enough to shake the empire.” Caspian swallowed. “She’s only eighteen. Your daughter. Your blood…”

“Good morning, ma’am, I’m almost done with breakfast, should I serve it on the table or bring it to your room upstairs “ she said with a bright smile that made me question her humanity. How does someone stay so cheerful in this house? I glanced around. “Where’s Margaret? I’m skipping breakfast. Can you make me smoothie instead?” “It’s her day off, But I can make it. What kind would you like?” “Surprise me,” I mutter. As she got to work, a tall and bulky man enter the kitchen. He is broader than the rest of my husband’s men that I have met, with the kind of presence that made the air thicken. I have met most of my husband’s men but this one I haven’t. “Good morning, ma’am, we haven’t been pro

he began, his voice unhurried and deliberate, "Did you just say that my Empress has been keeping your daughter from you?" Cedric and Seraphina went rigid. "The... The Empress?" Cedric raised his head, his gaze falling on Mother, the blood draining from his face. "She... She..." "She is my Empress. The lady of the court, and the only one in this kingdom who holds that title." Father spoke each word with precision. "And that child."

I inquired, concern lacing my words. Raising her head to meet my gaze, I noticed her eyes retained their deep red hue—a sure sign that she was far from her usual self. However, there was a shift—an added chilliness that had crept into her eyes, signaling her struggle to maintain control. My question hung in the air, met with her lingering silence. Just as I was about to press for an answer, Kiana's voice cut in, her words carrying a hint of uncertainty: "Is the Empress alright, Emperor?"