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she said loudly and then walked towards the Emperor's chamber. "Announce my arrival," Inal said to the guard post at the door. "I am sorry, my lady but the Emperor had asked not to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Why is everyone doing this to me? My Lady?" Inal screamed. "I became the Empress a while ago. How hard is it for you to address me as such?" she added. "I am sorry, your Worship," Tiartu said, immediately bowing but not fully to the ground. He served the Emperor, so there was no way he could bow to the ground for her.

she said quietly, “I lose everything.” Luca stepped closer. “You won’t.” “You can’t promise that.” “No.” He met her eyes. “But I can promise I won’t stop fighting for you.” The room fell silent. Adriana held his gaze. “Even if my empire collapses?” “Yes.” Miranda suddenly smiled. “Well,” she said, “this is extremely romantic for the middle of a corporate apocalypse.” Adriana laughed softly for the first time that day. Then she looked back at Luca. “Let’s find Victor’s mistake.”

Hence, she had always despised illegitimate children with a passion. Empress Victoria gripped Celeste's jaw tightly with her left hand and extended her right hand, prompting a servant to immediately hand her a sharp hairpin. Celeste trembled in fear, trying to struggle. However, several guards held her firmly in place so she could not move. To prevent her from screaming, they had already gagged her mouth. Empress Victoria went mad, slashing Celeste's cheeks countless times with the hairpin as blood poured from the wounds. It looked horrifyingly gruesome, like blood tears streaming from her eyes.

“Don’t let it ruin your mood, Rhianna. You know Freddie, he’s probably caught up with something urgent.” “I know,” I said quietly. “It’s just… he promised he’d come.” The Empress smiled gently. “Then you’ll have more reason to look forward to tomorrow, won’t you?” I sighed and set my fork down, the sound of metal against porcelain echoing louder than it should. “Maybe,” I muttered, rising to my feet. “Rhianna,” the Empress called softly, “please sit down and finish your food, darling. You’ve barely eaten.” “I’m not hungry anymore,” I replied, trying to keep my tone calm.

Inside the dressing room, my mother personally placed the heavy crown on my head. "Beautiful," she said, stepping back with satisfaction. "You look like a little queen." Thinking about what had just happened outside, I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. "Mother, the way I acted earlier… did I cause you any trouble?" Before I could finish, she gently took my hand. Her voice was calm, but carried undeniable authority. "You did exactly right. "Remember this. No one gets to bully a principessa of the Costa family."

it was bland but it was the only thing keeping her from death which she would face tomorrow. the door opened revealing a lady, “ The Empress of Audreit asked me to see to the prisoner's need. what do you want? ” the lady looked like she would rather be anywhere than there ,in a room with a prisoner. Empress? it answered so many questions, the beauty that just left was an Empress

Especially since there were rumors that the real Zane had rushed to Hawaii while injured and half out of his mind, without even getting proper medical clearance. If an impostor was sitting wearing that crown, where was Kiara? I decided I was done guessing. I needed answers, and I needed them now. I set my glass down on the table, stood up, and let my gaze lock onto the throne. The woman playing the Empress was laughing loudly at a terrible joke made by one of the minor contestants. As she leaned forward, I raised my voice so she could hear me over the music. "Your Majesty," I called out with authority. "May I speak to you in private?"

And unlike in our land, I was no princess here so I had to work, earn money, and look for him. I stared at myself. My abdomen was fully exposed as well as my legs and shoulder blades. Only my chest and private parts were covered by a pair of undergarments having the same gold color decorated with a few golden strips of chains. It was not suited for a princess like me but this was all I could do to survive in this realm. “This is your debut night so you should make a good impression. Remember the things Milan had taught you and you will be all right.” Julian held both of my shoulders and it seemed like he could tell how stiff they were.

Everyone was happy and carefree, and the sound of the party filled the air, creating a magical and festive atmosphere. Finally, all the guests had arrived and the Emperor stood up to deliver his speech. "Now my dear friends," he began, "it is time to tell you some fantastic news. After years of thought, my wife and I have decided who will inherit the title of the Crown Prince's fiancée. She is certainly no stranger to our family and you all know her for her goodness, for her revolutionary plans to bring our Empire to prosperity for all time. Your next Empress, the one who will inherit Lydia's position, is none other than Thetia Kestle".

’ I breathed it out raspily, not trusting my voice at all. ‘Empress.’ She corrected. ‘I am a Empress and ye’gonna address me as such.’ I’d be lying if I deny that my stomach did not do some acrobatics moves that I was assuredly unaware of ever being capable of doing. I beamed at her. ‘You are a Empress indeed, my love. My Empress.’ Slap. ‘Not yer. I’m Empress of Empire. I’ll show ye what thee capable of.’ The slurry voice pierces through the air and registers in my brain. Oh, how melodious she sounded—whimpering like my personal slut.