Empress Palace Novels & Stories

She also couldn’t believe that she’d start living here as the Empress. The Palace was built so well that you would think that you were in a painting because of the aesthetic flowers, amazing design and well-balanced colors within the Palace. She hasn’t toured herself inside the Palace. This day, she planned on touring herself and memorizing each room. With this thought, she heaved a depressed sigh and closed her eyes. “Your Majesty, your hair is done.” Leen said behind her. Opening her eyes slowly after Leen’s words, she sighed again and stood up.

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?"

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."

She haven't met the Empress in her past life since the Empress was known as a secretive and lunatic Empress, she was a crazy woman who likes to meddle with the other concubines and do evil things. Talia couldn't erase her grin upon realizing that a lunatic wants to meet a lunatic too. When they reached the Diamond Palace, ten servants was aligned in front of the door while knights are guarding the area. The servants bowed when they met her presence. "Greetings to the future moon of the Sylvestre Empire," they greeted. "The Empress?" she asked. "Her Majesty is waiting inside your Highness," they answered. She walked straight to the door but Fara was unable to enter with her due to the knights

But now, one star was painted larger, brighter—clearly meant to represent her. “Subtle,” she muttered. The palace courtyard had changed in small ways—new hedges shaped like lions, fresh coats of paint, a water fountain that now played music when someone approached. Yet there were familiar faces among the changes, too. Stablehands waved shyly. Palace cooks peeked from the kitchens, flour dusting their noses. Gardeners gave sheepish bows, clutching shears behind their backs like guilty schoolchildren. There is a long pause before the carriage door opened. The moment Alesteria stepped out and looked up, everyone seemed to have seen a glimpse of the late Empress in her.

Whatever the result is, it will bring nothing but trouble to you, so it is not advisable to attempt it. The Ruby Palace is surrounded by residential buildings. The innermost building with the engraving of crimson four-leaves clover on the front door, fenced with sturdy black gates, is exclusive for the Emperor and the Queen. Followed by three-leaves clover, which is reserved for Imperial Concubine, and the rest are for concubines.

she says evenly before striding away from the chambers, her composure masking the fury brewing within her. Back in her own chambers, the maids exchange nervous glances, well aware of the empress’s volatile temper. Hastily, they open the door to her room, bracing themselves for the outpouring of anger that they know is imminent. Regina’s voice fills the air with frustration and fury as she releases her pent-up emotions, scattering jewels and shattering vases in her wake. The room bears witness to the storm within her, mirroring the turbulent tempest raging inside the Empress herself.

“Your mother had secrets.” Empress Ariadne’s voice drifted through the garden chamber before Alessia even stepped inside. The air smelled of jasmine and fresh morning rain, the soft rustling of petals echoing in the quiet greenhouse-like space. Vines climbed glass walls, sunlight filtering through in fractured beams. Alessia stopped at the doorway. The Empress stood at the far side of the room, her back turned. Her dark hair—intricately braided and pinned with small moonstones—gleamed under the soft light. She carried an effortless grace, her posture straight, her shoulders elegant beneath a sheer black and silver gown.