Novel & Cerita Empresses In The Palace Cast

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.

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.

"Officer, just because this is a princess's estate doesn't mean you can ignore our suffering." One voice became many. Word spread until it reached the Department of Justice. Royal guards broke in. They searched every corner. Keisha had only used the blood of prisoners already sentenced to death. But the Emperor hated witchcraft and curses above all else. She was dragged before the throne and publicly condemned. Keisha didn't defend herself. She didn't even answer. She just whispered her consort's name over and over. Everyone understood then: she had lost her mind. The Emperor stripped her of her title. She was confined to the estate for life.

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."

" Vincent frowned as well and was about to step forward. Then the spotlight snapped on, illuminating the entrance. My mother walked out, her arm linked with mine. I wore a black couture gown, the diamond crown on my head blazing under the lights. I lifted my chin slightly and let my gaze sweep calmly across the room. The entire hall fell silent. "My God…" someone whispered. "She looks just like the Donna in her youth." "Even more elegant than Miss Sofia." "That's what a real principessa looks like." The glass in Vincent's hand nearly slipped from his grasp. It was the first time he had ever seen me like that. No longer the girl who depended on him or looked up to him.

The palace felt calmer than it had in days. Perhaps everyone was relieved that Seraphine had finally been removed from the court. Or perhaps they were simply pretending nothing had happened. By the time we reached the northern wing, the crowds had disappeared and the corridors became quieter. Older as well. The walls here were covered with faded paintings of former emperors, each one dressed in heavy ceremonial robes. Their eyes seemed to follow us as we walked beneath them. Valerian stopped before two enormous oak doors covered in carved wolves and ancient symbols.

I announce myself to them. “My Prince.” They say and bow respectfully. “Please proceed, we’ll let the Duchess and her parents know you are on your way.” “Thank you.” I acknowledge before heading at a much slower pace toward their castle. Unlike Araphyra, Eventide’s castle is built of stone. It gives it a much colder feel. To me at least. My feet feel like they are resisting the journey to the castle. Every step becomes harder, as if I am walking through quicksand, sinking deeper with every step.

Emma As I enter the dining room, I immediately see Emery talking to his mother but within seconds, he turns to look at me before eyeing my dress and my face; causing my cheeks to slightly flush pink. Without further ado, I continue to make my way towards them and joining the small crowd. ''I'm sorry but the king won't be joining us today,'' One of the guards say, breaking the silence.

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.