Novel & Cerita Empresses In The Palace Cast

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

As the kitchen door closed behind Isabel, their laughter erupted into a happy chorus. “She is exactly like Her Majesty! Kind and polite!” one of the staff members remarked, their tone filled with admiration. The rest of the kitchen staff agreed as their laughter mingled with their heartfelt comments. “She’s so humble! Just like the empress.” Meanwhile, Isabel walked through the palace corridors with her steps echoing softly as she approached the grand room where Ilyana rested. As she stood before the closed door, uncertainty gripped her heart. She hesitated while her hand remained clutching the tray of freshly baked egg tarts. Her actions weighed heavily on her and she knew she was the reaso

Sebastian was overjoyed to see the empress wearing his gown design again after not seeing her in it for the past two days, knowing that the empress was in a deep sleep. “Also, where is the Emperor?” Valerie inquires of Betty as the four maids assist her in her medium-sized dressing room. They all hear a knock from the chamber door before Betty can answer Valerie's question.

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

The maid bowed before making her way out of the room. The Empress then moved to her room balcony and look in the direction of Mateo’s palace with a cold glint in her eyes. The hands that were holding the railing tighten up and made the straight metal slightly distorted, showing how angry she was. *** In some other area of the palace... In some private room... Eight other figures were sitting around a long table with sumptuous human food and a red blood wine on it. A figure was seen sitting at the head of the table with a murderous aura around him. Beside him was a middle-aged woman.

Priscilla had to wonder how the cast had found a deserted place like this. The yard wasn’t big. It took a few steps to reach the interior. Two handmaidens behind her pushed open the door, where a manservant bowed forward, reporting, “Her Majesty the Empress!” And yet no one came out to welcome her. It was dark and gloomy inside the palace. The moment the door opened, what greeted them was dust and the moldy scent of moisture. Priscilla frowned. The handmaiden beside her stood in front of her and fanned the air, trying to lessen the stench. She raised a hand and stopped them. Then she lifted the hem of her dress and walked inside.

**** Ashland Kingdom: Palace: Empress Rose pointed at a guard. "Hurry up and call the healer right now. Tell him to drop whatever he is doing and hurry to the palace. It's an order," Empress Rose said and returned her gaze back to Emera. "And as for you just because Storm allowed you to stay here doesn't mean you will talk back to me when I am speaking with my son." "With all due respect Empress Rose don't call Gwenevere a slave, she is not a slave."

I can feel Ben's glare digging through my head but I didn't dare to look back. So is this how I’m going to clothe myself from now on? “I’m not withstanding this!-” “-Not unless you become the Empress,” Ben replied abruptly with a smirk. My eyes widened at his upfront declaration. This guy----a smile slowly played on my lips as I gazed at the window. In each tick of the clock, the palace, where the music is overflowing with grace and bright lights shining on the hall, is getting nearer and nearer in our sight. Fancy carriages are lining up from the front as nobles stood proudly up with their best garments and masks on.

The man who had practically danced over their corpses in another life. Now here they were again, forced to play nice in a palace full of knives. The sun had already slid past the horizon, bleeding the last of its gold across the palace walls, and the bells of dinner would toll soon. Inside, the royalty were probably deciding the fate of that poor family princess brought from the woods. Zane didn’t care much. He only half-listened to the murmurs drifting from beyond the heavy doors. The throne room doors finally swung open with a groan.

"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?"