Empresses In The Palace Episode Guide Romane & Geschichten

whatever the hell that moment was. He’s still too close. His coat is still half around me. His breath still brushing my cheek like he owns the air too. Then the palace staff finally show up—four maids rushing across the courtyard with umbrellas held high like they’re escorting royalty out of a warzone. Serena steps out first, exaggerated annoyance in every step, muttering loudly enough for God and the ghosts of this palace to hear: “Honestly . . . no palace etiquette . . . running around like wild animals . . .”

“You have it. I swear it.” Aurora turned to Theron. “Double the palace guards. Inform Iris, Allie, and Bella to meet us in the war room tonight. The shadows are getting closer.” ⸻ Emily’s POV – Shattered Pieces Blood trickled from Emily’s hand as she wrapped it in a cloth. The mirror lay in pieces around her feet. Nora’s words echoed in her ears. Pawn. Just a pawn. Her chest burned with shame, fear, and rage. The walls of the palace no longer felt like a throne waiting to be seized—but a tomb closing in.

“I’m sure everyone has found a roommate by now. Follow the servants inside, they will show you to your quarters.” Of course, I was the last to find someone willing to share a room with me, for a few days. Hilda must have picked me because all the others were taken. We follow the crowd through the massive entrance. The palace interior is no less dazzling than its exterior, high vaulted ceilings, carved archways brimming with gold, and opulent furniture. It is exactly as I expected, a little paradise. Up ahead, Heather stride confidently at the front and asks Lady Eleanor, “If I may, when will we get to meet the Emperor?”

… And as soon as the door closed behind them… The silence became heavier than outside. Iris took a moment to admire the room. It was larger than any room she had ever seen in the palace. A huge bed with dark velvet sheets. Tall decorated walls, and above the bed the imperial symbol: a dark blue dragon. The emperor stepped forward steadily, then stopped without turning around. Iris took a small breath, then quickly bowed: “Your Majesty… I apologize for what happened earlier, I swear I—” He suddenly turned and looked directly into her eyes for the first time.

CHAPTER 95: Catching The Mastermind. ( Astheria, Australia. ) The Empress walked into the ancestral office used by each ruling King or Queen. She sat on the soft leather swiveling chair and faced Elva while the guards stood outside the door. She could faintly smell her Grandmother's scent and it intensified her desire to fulfil her promise! Elva sat on one of the two sofas before her with her legendary tablet. Wearing a Navy blue straight cut gown and black heels, she dressed the look.

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

Wade 18 months later. I open the double doors seeing Marc sat at the desk within the circular room. “My King,” I state in respect before flopping down on one of the chairs pulling a stack of paperwork towards me that needs attention. I never knew the amount of paperwork that occurred in the palace. It seemed to be never ending. Marc sighs in irritation. “Wade, shut up. Or I’ll start calling you Beta.” He screwed his lips in up pure disgust.

The palace was now crumbled to pieces as thousands of insensible, brain-washed dogs climbed up to the treasures I and my husband, the Emperor, had preserved for years. They were looting every one of my precious possessions, only at the command of a single person—Alpha Ibhaan. I watched her approaching us, near the river where we were standing. None of us was affected by the bad weather. The prickly drops did not bother me. I had my back towards her, yet I know Lily could predict the expression and conflicts her Queen might be having at the moment. I, Elizillian: the Empress serpent, was waiting for her with my heart in my mouth. Above all the mockery, the dread of the inevitable was hovering