I Chose The Emperor Ending Novels & Stories

she said. “No,” he replied. “It feels like permission.” Permission to stop proving. Permission to remain unfinished. Permission to let the future arrive without preempting it. They did not speak again for a long time. The silence did not close the story. It opened it. Not into spectacle. Into life. And that was how the fall of empires truly ended. Not with destruction. But with people choosing what to carry forward when nothing else demanded to be saved.

“There are so many of them. For them to all vanish in one go, I’m sure when they come back, they will come in one wave.” “Fine. If that is what you wish, then so be it,” said the Emperor with his voice angry. “Thank you, father,” said Crown Prince. “But know this, love don’t last forever.” “It will and it can.” “How would you know?” “I know because the moment I saw her I knew she was the one. She was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She’s the one that will make it with me to the end of my days. Till my hair turned white.”

I need someone to soothe myself. "He wants the throne. He wanted to become the Emperor. This is his dream which he was building since childhood," Arleen asserted caressing my back. "But Liam already left the throne. He is not the Emperor," I argued as I know. Liam told me that he kicked the throne for me. He wants to spend his life with me. His father gave him options to choose from Between the throne and me, he chose me. Even, he suggested his father make Aiden the Emperor.

A rare, breathtaking smile broke across his handsome features, full of deep, fierce adoration. "The north is clean," Caelum agreed, his deep voice thick with overwhelming emotion. "The wars are over, Queen. Now... let's go home." Backed by the thunderous cheers of their victorious army, the Emperor and Empress turned their mounts toward the southern horizon, riding back toward Obsidian Ridge under a bright, unblemished sun—ready to rule their unified empire together for a thousand years.

The Emperor raised one hand. A sphere of darkness appeared above his palm. Inside it floated thousands of tiny stars. "Do you know what these are?" None of us answered. "They are the final memories of worlds that chose endless war." He closed his hand. The stars vanished. "They destroyed themselves." "The Void merely granted them peace." "No," Wesley replied firmly. "That is not peace." "That is surrender." For the first time... The Emperor laughed. It was not cruel. It was almost... amused. "You speak as Solarius once did."

Well, he had been right because here I was, in his rightful place. The Emperor, our father, had chosen me to be the Emperor on the grounds that I was very rational and unbiased. He totally trusts my judgement. Unlike Prince Dameon, who always acted without thinking about the future. If he felt someone was wrong, he would throw that person straight in the everlasting flames of Astros. If he was found guilty, he would not be remorseful. Yet,I always felt it was not right,what the Emperor did. Nothing could be done about it now.

Eric smiled as one of the Cavalier stepped up and handed him a bowl of water and a clean towel to wash and clean his hands. “Order the men,” Eric said. “Burn down the brotherhood and bring me that lowlife Drudge that claims to be the child of promise. Take Felix with you.” Eric caught Abigail smiling from the corner. The pleasure in her eyes made him want to rush into her arms, but then he turned back to his father. The music had stopped playing now, and surprise clothed the people as they stared with bulging eyes at the direction of the Emperor. The man was coughing now, and the rhyme registered a sweet melody on Eric’s ears, even as he heaved and took in his last breath.

"But you’ve already made your choice, darling. And we both know how this story ends." A shiver ran down Emery’s spine. She tightened her grip on the photo, her nails digging into the edges. No. This time, I choose how it ends.

What I want is to get out of this place. “Where do you think you are going, my lady?” Beta Emyr suddenly appeared behind me and stopped me by my wrists. He has obviously drunk already, “You haven’t heard the best part yet!” “I am not interested, your Grace,” I uttered, a little annoyed that he never let me go. The Emperor continued, “I want to tell everyone that I chose another concubine.” I looked in Alpha Aster’s direction and my heart went wild. “The former Princess, Eodelle Wycliffe.”

Asalan Enlim says, dismissing them all. They filed out, leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reached the door frame. They now again and leave, closing the door behind them. Silence engulfs them in the room as Una takes in the features she has not yet seen in the room. The intricate designs and pieces laid out across the room made no sense to her at all. "Are you the emperor they speak of?" Una asked, taking steps down the bedstand to stand in front of him. He might be the emperor here, but she was not from this timeline. She knew nothing about her at all. "What year are you from?" The Emperor asked her.