روايات وقصص ضمن Empresses In The Palace Cast

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.

The palace is enormous and divided into five wings. Each wing is painted and integrated with the color corresponding to its particular name. Every person working inside the palace building had their outfits immaculately emphasize which department they worked at, aside from their token pass. The Emerald Palace is consists of central offices, meeting halls, and other governmental buildings. Ministers and the high-ranking officers had a token in the form of a laminated pass with an emblem of their respective workplaces. These cards are made up of thick paper with powerful magic imbued in them. These tokens are a necessary item to bring before you can enter the palace ground. They served as a ke

"But she is the only one who fought for us. If I am in a cage, at least it is Elon or my father who hold the key." I see a flash of white silk on a balcony. It's Rowena. She catches my gaze and offers a slow tilt of her head. The tour is over. It’s time for me to return to the woman who claimed me. "I will get a servant to show you the remaining section of the palace. They have also prepared a feast for you in your chambers. I have... matters to attend to with her Majesty," I say. * * * * * * Abel's POV I stand in the center of the Empress's chambers after pouring myself another glass of fine wine.

Archie turned and grinned like someone was asking if Ian was serious. "Of course not…" Archie looked out the window again. "The entourage of Promor has arrived." Archie looked at him, "Who from the Empire came?" "The empress, her attendants, the royal seamstresses, hairdressers and makeup artists." Archie frowned, "And what's this all for?" "To take measurements of the princess's dress, see her hairstyles and her makeup." "Wow... It's okay," he ignored what he'd just heard. "But that's not what I came to say."

But now, one star was painted larger, brighter—clearly meant to represent her. “Subtle,” she muttered. The palace courtyard had changed in small ways—new hedges shaped like lions, fresh coats of paint, a water fountain that now played music when someone approached. Yet there were familiar faces among the changes, too. Stablehands waved shyly. Palace cooks peeked from the kitchens, flour dusting their noses. Gardeners gave sheepish bows, clutching shears behind their backs like guilty schoolchildren. There is a long pause before the carriage door opened. The moment Alesteria stepped out and looked up, everyone seemed to have seen a glimpse of the late Empress in her.

Emery clears his throat, gesturing for me to walk first and we start to walk side by side, heading downstairs. Once we're downstairs, I am surprised to see the amount of people entering the castle. Not guests but more like servants—walking around in a fast pace as they hold something. My eyebrows furrow in confusion before turning towards Emery, seeing that he has a confused look on his face too. ''Excuse me, Your Highness!'' One of the servants say as she quickly disappear towards the back. The three of us stands in the middle, watching most of the servants making their way towards the back before appearing once more, somehow preparing for someone important or special. Emery stands beside m

88 COLD PALACE "Your Majesty! Second Miss is here!" Lulu shouted in glee, waking up Empress Park who's lazily lying on the hard bed. Empress Park opened her sunken eyes, looked around the room and once again she dreamed to leave in this hell cold place. In the past two months of being detained here in Cold Palace, Empress Park's previous spoiled and bratty demeanor were gone and replaced by an utterly ugly and dry appearance. Her once beautiful and tantalizing eyes has sunken, her once rosy cheeks turns extra pale, there's no nutritions at all, everyday she's forced to gnaw an overly hard buns and some beef jerky.

Vince and Roland grab my arms, and Eros flashes in Jason's eyes. "Stand down, Alpha," Jason/Eros orders, and Ace has no choice but to follow the command of his King. He falls back, but my own rage is still simmering. How can they just leave? Did they find her already? Is she hurt....no Jacks would be a mess. Are they trusting White Crest to retrieve her? What is going on? The men don't release my arms until the twins and Amelia are out of the room. With a growl, I march after them. Luis, Roland, Chelsea, and Vince are right on my heels. When I get outside, I see the ten royal warriors they brought with them. They already have all their luggage packed and are waiting on the steps to my packho