Empresses In The Palace Cast Novels & Stories

"Stuff some more trash in there. Trash deserves a trash can for a locker." At noon I went to the locker room to change my shoes. I had just come through the door when I saw Venetia and a few other rich girls throwing garbage into my locker. It was packed so full the door would not close. My coat and my shoes were in the actual garbage can. Venetia raised an eyebrow when she saw me come in. "Good. Now you've seen it. You aren't welcome at this school. Trash belongs where it belongs. "I'll give you one more week to leave on your own. Otherwise, I've got other ways to deal with you." I answered coldly, "You don't get to decide who stays at this school." Venetia gave a soft laugh and drew one im

As both of them walked outside the palace, almost some of the guards and some of the female servants as well noticed that something is wrong somewhere and the whole place was as calm as the cemetery. Then, Pablo had to approach the prince and give him his special horse as well and asked the prince if he was set to go, the prince said yes let the journey begins They quickly drove off and began the journey. A few of the maidens and servants were all outside watching what was going on and immediately, Milly had to shout at them to go back to their duties as well. They have to go back to their work and duty posts as well. Milly had to go back to her apartment and was already feeling down and was

She wanted to check up on him and see if he could adapt to the palace life! “Hmm?” The moment she entered, the Empress noticed that Darryl had stood by the table; she frowned discreetly. “All of you can leave now!” The Empress lifted her hand and signaled the palace maids to leave. The palace maids did not dare to defy her orders. They responded and left the bedroom. The Empress walked toward them, smiled at Quincy, and said, “Quincy, what is going on? Darryl is your Prince Consort; why are you not letting him eat?”

Inside the Star Palace, the atmosphere was a blend of reverence and restrained chaos. Servants moved quickly through the halls, their footsteps muffled on the crimson carpets. Musicians tuned their instruments in the great hall, engineers checked microphones and cameras, and guards in pristine black uniforms lined the corridors, each step measured, each motion rehearsed to perfection. In her private chamber, Queen Emilia sat before a mirror framed in silver, her reflection caught between worlds — the sorrow of a queen widowed by war, and the serenity of a woman about to lead her people into peace. Her gown shimmered in hues of ivory and pale gold, embroidered with constellations — stars and

The personal servant and guards of the royal family were all vampires and were well trained while the other servants in the castle were human who also had received special training in a different way . " Miss ?! " said the guard surprised . " Has anything happened lately ?! " asked Emily with a low tone while looking at him . " Yes, miss ! The palace is all in chaos because of the sudden weird turn of events . The three leaders of the three powerful clans arrived here with their daughter to choose a bride for prince Eskylrious and the bride chosen was quite special . " said the guard with a forced smile when he remembered Kiara . When she heard the word bride , Emily immediately made the con

The essence of the fog is to obscure the minds of others. Amelia exited the carriage and bowed to the king while Viloustra stood there thinking. Viloustra snapped back to reality, straightened his back and arched his right hand over his stomach to greet her. The fourth princess appeared to be very graceful, all the time. Her golden hair was tied in half with a delicate pink bow, and she wore a small white crown with four precious stones on the top nail. She had a tender face that no words could describe, and she wore a white dress embellished with flowers, resembling a goddess. Waiting for the king to get into the carriage, Amelia looked at Viloustra with her drooping green eyes. She inherit

He bows as he leaves, playing a very convincing part. I open the two bags, I hang up the dresses, two look more evening wear. They aren’t as nice as the dresses I have at home. They would just about pass as something I would wear. A blue halter full-length dress and a black figure-hugging knee-length dress. The other three were similar to what I have on, simple satin dresses. At the bottom of that suitcase were shoes; flats, a small heel and a taller heel. No trainers. I live in trainers. Or barefoot - not that that is acceptable in the palace.

No one would dare disobey the Emperor to obey the empress but she needed to get into the room and see what was going on. Since yesterday, she could sense the suspicion of everything. The princess's door had been locked all noon and then her maid slept till the morning and this morning the door was heavily guarded again. "That was close; I thought she would just burst through the door forcefully," Irkal said. "My lady, do you want me to go keep watch?" Idum asked the empress when she saw the calculating look on her face. "If you go, they would find it suspicious and hide everything. Should I send the crown prince?" I am asked to walk towards her son's room.

"...and leave quietly." "Yes, Emperor," The maids answered at the same time before hurrying out of the room to carry out their assigned tasks. "I could have emptied it myself," Naomi protested when Daegal returned and sat by her side. Daegal laid his arm across Naomi's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. "Yes, you could have. But there is no reason for you to do so. You are the Empress." Naomi chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Technically, Nerina is the empress and—"

But I had a feeling that Dante wasn't the type of person who would knock. When I opened the door, I realized that my prediction was right. Annie beamed at me. And she brought food. She was officially my favourite person in this book. We ate and chatted. Annie knew gossip related to the royal families. She would lower her voice whenever she talked about them. It was strange to hear the royal scandals from a young girl, but I needed information. "Basically, the empress wants her son to be the next emperor?" I probed. "Yes, but the fifth prince is young and his achievements barely match Prince Dante." She said to me, "However, Prince Dante is too cruel."