Empresses In The Palace Cast Novels & Stories

She introduced herself as Elena, Alpha Darwin's wife, with a smile that mirrored her husband's. I took my place at the table, feeling a sense of belonging among these newfound companions. The maids, dressed in elegant attire, moved with grace and efficiency as they served the first course. Platters laden with an array of rich and sumptuous dishes were placed before us, each one a work of culinary art.

So with such reason to reckon with, he pulled it down the wall, carried it to the corner and had it placed in the floor, having its back facing towards his direction. Staring at what seemed foolishness for so doing, Jion only shook his head and finally left it there . *** The princess looked at the gigantic and rather expensive interior of the palace in the east kingdom. They had arrived a little hour ago and they were being ushered inside the ambitiously designed ball. The prince wore his finest suit while she matched his elegance with her special tailored dress. It had seamed of pure gold along her waistlines. Though it barely shows any skin on her body, she was stunning as what her mai

They tried taking control of my horse but I resisted. “Do not touch my horse. I shall follow you, do not worry. I will not try to run.” I told them. They believed me and escorted me all the way to the Palace. The Palace looked dreary, it’s as if a dark aura had casted its shadow all over it. There were no servants, none of the imperial guards in the vicinity of the Palace. This was not a good sign. It would seem that the Empress had finally made her move and I was too late.

It was better to accept reality than to put up a desperate, futile fight. Word got out that Harry had "accidentally" dropped the royal seal from his robes at the party, sending everyone in the courtyard to their knees in respect. Even though he explained I had merely given it to him for safekeeping, every guest knew exactly what it meant. It was the prelude to a new empress consort. The next day, Jindale was buzzing with rumors. The threshold of Johnston Manor was nearly broken by the sheer volume of visitors rushing to flatter the future empress consort.

She increased it again, and he continued matching it without difficulty. Selene, now half jogging with physician texts in hand, looked spiritually detached from her body. By the time Halrem swept through the archway toward the palace terrace, three gardeners, two maids, and one elderly groundskeeper had witnessed the extraordinary sight of the Silver Empire’s empress attempting to outwalk the northern emperor while the northern emperor pursued her with the calm determination of a man on campaign. Halrem stopped at the terrace stairs and rounded on him. “This has become a hunt.”

I trailed off when. “All hail the king! All hail the king! All hail the King! Princess Emily! Princess Emily! Princess Emily!” voices chorused. I turned my head to see Emmet walking into the hall, wearing the Eastern royal attire and crown. It had been a really long time. He looked slightly older, but his features were still the same. Emily, his twin, was dressed in a white shimmering dress, with dramatic furred wings extending from her back. She beamed, waving brightly at everyone who greeted them as they passed.

"I have found that thing. The one who was kind to me when I had no kindness, the one who saved my life when all seemed lost… she will be my Empress." A heavy quiet fell in the room. Lord Valerius’s eyebrows went up a little, a hint of surprise in his usually calm face. General Thorne stayed still, his trained mind probably already figuring out the political effects, how people might react. "Your Majesty?" Lord Valerius finally asked, his tone careful. "An Empress? Forgive me, Sire, but who is this… person? We thought you were rescued by a regular person, someone living alone in the woods."

She was holding the music box. "Madeline," Elena hissed, her blood turning to ice. The woman turned around. But it wasn't Madeline’s face. It was a younger woman, her features a mirror image of Elena’s, except for a shock of white hair at her temple. She looked into the camera and held up a small, hand-painted wooden horse—an exact replica of Leo’s. "The Empress has a sister," the woman mouthed, her voice silent but the words clear on her lips.

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.

To save her dying human kingdom from total annihilation, Princess Seraphina is traded as a political bride to the feared Emperor of the Under-Realm, Lord Malakar. Known as the "Devil’s Shadow," Malakar is an ice-cold, ruthless half-demon Lycan king burdened by a dark, ancestral blood-curse. Seraphina expects a lifetime of torment or a swift execution. Instead, she enters a gothic citadel trapped in a web of deadly court politics and ancient secrets. Malakar treats her as a fragile, disposable human weakling, keeping his distance to protect his dark heart. But when a terrifying ancestral madness takes over the King, Seraphina surprises the entire court by using a hidden, dormant light magic t