I Dont Want To Be Empress Novels & Stories

"Shut up. Do you want to die? Sofia is the Costa family's principessa. An alliance with that family opens the northern arms routes for us. What does Isabella's contribution even count for?" "Besides, Don never said he loved her, did he? Who he marries is his choice." I tightened my grip on the leave request in my hand. Then, without a word, I tore it into pieces. Rising to my feet, I walked steadily toward the underground casino. I was done pretending everything was fine. That day, I would leave the family for good.

As everyone filed out, Adriana remained alone in the boardroom. She walked back to the window overlooking the city. Power. Victory. Another successful battle. Yet for some reason… Something inside her felt strangely empty. Her phone buzzed on the table. A text message appeared from her younger sister, Sophie. You work too much. Come to the charity gala tonight. Please. Adriana sighed. Charity events bored her. But Sophie rarely asked for favors. She typed back. Fine. She had no idea that attending that gala would change everything.

“For how long?” No one answered. Another councilor cleared his throat. “There is… another option.” Aldric stopped pacing. “Say it.” “A failed awakening,” the man said quietly. “Too much power. Too young. She didn’t survive.” The words sat there, ugly and heavy. Caspian stood. “You’re talking about murdering his daughter.” “I’m talking about preserving an empire,” the councilor replied. “Against one girl.” Aldric didn’t look at either of them. He moved to the window instead. Looked out at the city. At everything he ruled.

It felt like a place where a person could be plain and not be hunted. Sophia came in with mail. She dropped it on the table and sat hard. “There’s a note,” she said. “In the box. From someone who knows the old name.” Elara’s hands froze over the grinder. “Did they open it?” “No.” Sophia’s eyes were quick. “I did not. I want you to decide.” Elara took a breath, held it, let it out slow. She thought of the life she had left. The divorce that never said the child existed. The talk in boardrooms that would never learn about a small beating heart. She wanted the world clean, small, and private.

But along with it, his emotions and the fire that burned for Sisley was doused with cold water. But the alarming thing was, it was his rationale of his current feelings. Though he didn't want to acknowledge it, it appeared that he hooked with Sisley for her to fill the gap that Evangeline didn't. Oh . . . Shit. And what was more, the one thing that kept bugging him the most, but decided to ignore it since day one was –– he was a Prince! A true blooded royalty with very strict customs and traditions and responsibilities. It was fine if it was any other country or Kingdoms, but Everland? Statuses were important as life. Tip the other and the power balance would fall and crumble.

Now, as I'd gotten older, if I didn't follow his wishes, he accused me of playing these mind games like the women in those dramas. If I put on any makeup or dress up a little, he'd mock me, "Seriously? Pink? Do you think you're a little girl?" Then, he'd watch as I carefully removed my makeup and slipped into my loungewear, only leaving when he was satisfied. I didn't feel a thing as I heard these old words that used to sting. I just looked at him with a bored expression and glanced away. I went to the bedroom and changed into a black V-neck fitted dress. Then I sprayed on some perfume, grabbed my bag, and walked to the door.

"Let's kill these *ssholes, Emeralda! These shameless thugs are just asking for it!" Emeralda's comrades made their intentions clear. There was nothing more they wanted than to hear Emeralda's order to wage war, but should the young woman agree? She was only the sitting chief. If her decision was what destroyed the Crescent Order… How could she possibly look in her Grand Mistress' eyes after that? Emeralda's lips remained tightly sealed. "Nothing, Emeralda? No words at all? Guess that means you don't object to our resolution proposal!" The Azure King snickered.

she said loudly and then walked towards the Emperor's chamber. "Announce my arrival," Inal said to the guard post at the door. "I am sorry, my lady but the Emperor had asked not to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Why is everyone doing this to me? My Lady?" Inal screamed. "I became the Empress a while ago. How hard is it for you to address me as such?" she added. "I am sorry, your Worship," Tiartu said, immediately bowing but not fully to the ground. He served the Emperor, so there was no way he could bow to the ground for her.

Aurelia leaves. “Princess,” he says softly, the nickname carrying decades of love and worry. “You look… you look like your mother did that day.” The words catch me in the throat. I barely nod, twisting my hands in the folds of the satin dress. He kneels slightly, adjusting the veil with careful movements. “Is this truly what you want, Isabella?” His voice is steady, but underneath, I hear the tremor of worry. “I know Aurelia has been kind. I know she’s guided you through our loss. But today… this day has to be yours. Not mine. Not hers. Yours.”

He was marquis Theodor one of the neutrals. "I was raised to rule this country, Lord Theodor. From the moment I opened my eyes for the first time, there was one role that I was supposed to do, and that was to learn how to become queen. I am not worried about my ability to take on that role, in fact, It would be an insult to his majesty who had been teaching me for so long to say that I can take it on. Of course, I still have much to learn but I am confident in my abilities. All that I am saying is that I am confident about my cousin's abilities too, and I have faith in his concern for the good of our country. which is why I think that this battle is meaningless,"