Empress Palace Novels & Stories

He told himself he had done worse before, and the empire had survived because of it. Still, the name echoed in his head. Sierralya. He pushed away from the table and crossed the room, stopping at the window. From here, the palace grounds looked calm. Orderly. As if nothing beneath them was rotting. As if there weren’t things buried so deep even he pretended not to remember them. “She’s my daughter,” he said aloud, to no one. The words didn’t change anything. “Dismissed.” The councilors filed out slowly. When the doors finally closed, he was left with just Caspian.

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.

Emilio walked quietly as he exited his palace to go to the main palace occupied by his mother. His face was devoid of any expression, as he became the center of attention like a circus performer. After Emilio left his room, he finally understood what the maids meant by their words. Emilio's palace, which was usually filled with hundreds of servants, now looked deserted and only had dozens of servants who had to work hard after their master's decline situations. The palace, which had always looked majestic and shining, had now dimmed as if the owner's own life could no longer be saved.

"...and leave quietly." "Yes, Emperor," The maids answered at the same time before hurrying out of the room to carry out their assigned tasks. "I could have emptied it myself," Naomi protested when Daegal returned and sat by her side. Daegal laid his arm across Naomi's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. "Yes, you could have. But there is no reason for you to do so. You are the Empress." Naomi chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Technically, Nerina is the empress and—"

I asked, feeling lost all of a sudden. Teresa withdrew from clapping. "I don't know what you are on about," "This isn't the main palace?" She snorted. "I don't know, okay? But does that matter? I mean at least we're here," "It does matter! You shouldn't remain ignorant about a place you hardly know," I snapped, irritation welling up in my mind. It matters because there are other palaces to visit and remember. What's most important is the main palace, likely where the empress and emperor of this kingdom reside.

In December, the winds of Sicelia cut sharp and cold. The engagement banquet was held at the Costa family's oldest estate. Built along the coastline, the manor overlooked the dark blue Mediterranean through towering floor-to-ceiling windows. Tonight, every light was blazing. Almost every Don, family representative, and council elder in the mafia world had gathered here. I stood on the terrace of the grand hall, looking down at the crowd below. I wore a custom gown, with my mother's emerald shawl draped over my shoulders.

Shoo the pest with your elegance, that’s how I live my life hohoho! By the way, can we talk a bit about this palace?! The level of luxury is something an average person would only see in social media back on earth! I mean… even the Evanson mansion, which is considered fancy and luxurious doesn’t stand a chance when compared to this place! If Evanson mansion in the capital is Luxurious… then the imperial palace is “EXTRAVAGANT”! It totally deserves the “palace” title! The floor is made of marble… even in the garden! Oh my god… I feel like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time…

It was a completely new experience for her to find no one waiting, and Hidi had to double-take. “This is the Empress Palace, is it not?” Hidi looked back to her maid, who only seemed to crumble with a nod. It was. But then, why was no one here? “Ah, you-” Hidi snapped at the sound of footsteps. It was a guard. He froze in place as soon as he saw her, and suddenly, he was turning. “Wait, come back-” Hidi was aghast to see the guard rush inside, leaving them alone again.

He had quickly worked his way up the ranks and was now the chief butler of the Imperial Palace. - "Excuse me for disturbing you, Madam, but it will soon be time to leave for the Council of Kings. I would also like to remind you that afterwards, you will have lunch with your mother. Then to finish, you have the Council of Ministers". I sighed following the announcement of my schedule for the day. Being the Empress is not an easy task and sometimes I wish I hadn't become one. Nevertheless, caring for my people gives me a valid reason to feel useful, and I try my best not to make mistakes. Although every once in a while a mistake can be a positive thing. I waved to Kurt that he could go and wen