Empress Palace Novels & Stories

I ordered, my voice tight. Lorenzo paused, his eyebrows pulling together in surprise. "The old man's fortress? Are you sure, boss? You haven't stepped foot in that place since you overthrew his board seat last year." "I'm sure," I nodded, opening the passenger door. "Move." The drive took forty minutes to reach the old Donovan estate hidden deep in the woods, surrounded by high stone walls. As we pulled through the iron gates, the dark grounds were crawling with armed men dressed in black tactical gear, carrying automatic rifles.

Krista confessed. "The world is cruel like that some times." Jacob said and silence blanketed the room. In the heart of the city of Rome stood a great palace with walls of marble lined with gold and precious gems it was from this magnificent and extravagant palace the Roman emperors had ruled their vast empire. In a small chamber over looking the city a young man, tall and handsome paced while looking out the balcony.

Timur strolls through the lavish corridor which is illuminated by several silver lights. Unlike the dreary castle of Faika, this one is more lively and bright. The furniture is squeaky clean and the walls are made with the finest white marbles. The throne room is double the size than that of Faika but instead of a throne, there is only a round table with several chairs on the sides. Only two chairs are put in the front. While the chairs look no different than the rest, no one else sits on it because it is reserved for the Emperor and Empress. The Emperor does not care though. He only cares about his country more than a piece of furniture.

The door chimed. The Empress walked to open it. She was greeted by a human female. "Greetings, Empress," Christine said gruffly. "I’ll be checking on you over the next few days. I have another officer who can take my place. I hope it doesn’t bother you.” Christine offered a polite smile. She was talking to an Empress after all. "I'm fine, Captain.” The Empress smiled. "The accommodations are quite luxurious. I've never seen such a ship with rooms like these." She gestured for Christine to enter and she looked around the space with appraising eyes. "Is everything alright?"

That will dedinitely ruin my dignity as a future empress. 'Come to think of it, Calix and I are both leading a family. Me, as an empress while he, as the head of the duke. And as far as I know, it's an onccurence tha5 had never yet to happen in the wjole history of the empire' Minutes after of riding a carriage, we finally reach the estate of Marquis Fapego. It is a big mansion obviously with bright colors so the ambiance are refreshing. So as we go down to the carriage, bothe the head of Fapego family came to welcome us.

“My name is Clifford, and I am your butler for the rest of your stay in Her Imperial Majesty’s home.” “Thank you,” I responded distractedly, looking expectantly at the palace’s entrance, knowing full well that Henry wasn’t there to meet me. “Please follow me.” We climbed up the steps to the palace while the pilots took off again to who knows where. “The empress has already retired to her chambers to pray and has asked not to be disturbed until morning.” “We understand,” Helena said again. “We know it’s already late.” “Wow. They weren’t joking when they said he’s not here,” Becca said in a stage whisper, and I clenched my fist to contain my temper. It seemed the girl was keen on humiliating m

“I’m so glad you made it in one piece. Let’s get you settled in, then we can handle the details in my office.” As I start to get closer to the packhouse, I remember to cloud my eyes remembering Aaron’s words to me in the past. The best thing your opponents can do is underestimate you, he explained, never let them know your next move. An Omega appears behind them and escorts us to our quarters in the packhouse. I let the Omega lead me to my room. I’m surprised to find that our rooms have our own bathrooms, unlike the packhouse at Jade Pack, which had communal ones for non-ranked members. Though it seems like Shadow Mist Pack is quite a bit bigger than our old pack. I’m about to use Emerald’s

I had spent countless hours studying their customs before setting foot in this palace, ensuring that not even the smallest detail of etiquette was overlooked. A sharp gaze flickered in the empress’s eyes, assessing, testing. When I turned to the elders, I took their hands one by one and pressed a reverent kiss upon them. “To the elders, I offer my deepest respects. Good evening.” They nodded approvingly, their aged faces unreadable, but the empress’s reaction struck me. A slow smirk curled her lips, an expression of amusement tinged with something else—something less kind. “Not bad for someone from Battlerce,” she mused, her voice a dagger wrapped in silk.

He nodded at Theodore as he spoke but immediately frowned the moment our eyes met. "Emperor Peralez awaits your visit," he scoffed, leading both of us inside the palace. The last time I was here was to see the infamous corpse princess. It was well known that the empress tried to murder her but failed due to her invulnerability. I was intrigued to the point I had to see the child myself. Twenty years had passed since I last saw her, and if she's still alive, I intend to have her as my bride.

An understanding passed between them. "And where has the Empress hurried off to?" Zan asked lightheartedly. "She was so entertained by the show that she hated to leave. All the delicious food and drink has made her need to find the ladies' room. I am on a similar mission to relive myself, I am afraid," Devrim added the last part in a lower tone, but still loud enough for the gossips around him to hear. "Very well, Your Majesty. We can talk again soon." Zan bowed. "Glory to the Empress."