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“My sister is a free spirit.” “I doubt that.” The prime minister narrowed his eyes, showing his hostility. “Are you saying I am a liar, prime minister?” The princess curled her lips, bemused. “You are not but she is fitting to be inside the palace, princess.” The princess arched her brow. “Why is that?” “Princess Dhia. Princess Shea was the emperor of the Underworld.” “You mean the empress?” She corrected him. But, the prime minister shook his head. “No, she is the emperor.”

"Miss Gallo,you looked so awesome when you scolded Rosa just now. I'm giving you a thumbs-up!" "Yeah, I was worried that Miss Gallo was always gentle and wouldn't be a match for Rosa. I didn't expect Miss Gallo to be so tough!" "Ah, since I've been with Allegra for a long time, I'm affected by her, too. Was I really awesome just now?" "Uh-huh, how did you do that?" "Ah? I watched palace dramas a lot, and this is how empresses fight against each other! You should watch "Empresses in the Palace" or something like that, it is very helpful! Heck, I almost forgot Dante. Sober soup, where is sober soup?"

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.

Hearing this, the Empress could not help but return his smile. Her two shallow dimples appeared when her slender lips curved, giving her a very charming and sweet appearance. She was the Empress of the country, yet an outsider was telling her to act freely. The Empressed turned to one of her attendants. The attendant immediately walked over, took out a piece of cloth, and set it on the chair for the Empress to sit. James asked, “Your Majesty, which age was the Sir Galileo you mentioned just now from? Is he from the Primordial Age, Ancient Heavenly Court Age, or the Primeval Age?”

"Empress Eleanor Nash. My life for the throne." Kan and Gideon stood frozen, watching the exchange. The ruler of the District was a small woman, but she carried the weight of a titan. Her silver-white hair was styled in sharp, clinical waves, and her amber eyes were fixed solely on Timothy with a mix of affection and grim respect. "Get up, Timothy. I’ve told you I hate the theatrics." Her voice was soft but carried to every corner of the room. "Rise." As Timothy stood, the Empress turned her gaze toward the two men behind him. "And these are?"

[Empress' Palace] "Hello, traitor." Olivier was taken aback when the Empress, Kalliste, greeted him with a lovely smile. "Y-Your Majesty..." "Did you have a good time sneaking around my workplace when I wasn't around?" She crossed her arms as Olivier grit his teeth in frustration, since the only way out was the door. "Guards, seize him." The knights encircled the room, capturing both of his arms.

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.

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.

**** Within the palace, the air was thick with sandalwood incense. Lady Liudmila smiled softly as she considered the Emperor, who had summoned her despite his busy schedule. She couldn't help but recall the Empress's sharp words and biting sarcasm from the previous day. Lady Liudmila's expression became even more gentle. She knew that the Emperor appreciated her understanding nature, which was in stark contrast to the Empress's overbearing demeanor. Without fawning or attempting to seduce, she simply served quietly, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility.