Empresses In The Palace Cast Novels & Stories

Both also never request urgent audience like that before therefore The Empress knew something just happened to her daughter. Mu Tong mama moved fast by catching The Empress's hands and helped The Empress to get ready. Four palace maids, who were on duty at that time, already prepared The Empress’s clothes and robes. Four of them quickly put on the fresh clothes and followed The Empress’s instruction to skip the make-up preparation for her face. With a perfunctory hairdo, without any formal hair style, and formal robe, The Empress asked Mu Tong mama to lead her to meet the two men at the front hall.

If a man wanted to, he could stand up and fight back, he would have a chance, but most women wouldn't. So instead I find their weaknesses and exploit them. Smiling at the next name I go to the club. Walking in I watch as everyone stays quiet. I see Evan look towards the fire exit, moving I rush to block it, grabbing him I throw him back. "What do you know?" "Well, the princess won't be ruling the city for long, that is for sure." He laughs, moving I punch him. "Who took her?" "You kill me you will never know." He smiles smugly. "I was expecting your visit, after standing right there watching them talk and listening, I couldn't wait to watch her empire fall down."

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.

Ren said happily as he looked up at his mother. “I’ve told you countless times before that you should not come here. Never come here ever again,” his mother cut in bluntly with her cold voice. “But…” Ren protested in a small voice. “Guards! Escort the crown prince out…at once!” the empress shouted at the top of her lungs. “Mother! Wait!” Ren cried out as two tall guards in armor came to usher him gently out of the palace.

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.

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' 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.

**** 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.

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.