Is The Empress A True Story Novels & Stories

"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."

It was said that Empress Ilaria was never buried for with the help of the divine physician who by the grace of the dead empress was given a pardon of her life for she did not tell the truth to the emperor that his wife was dying, a beautiful glassed liquid infused with Crown Prince Arvaram's powers and her own medicinal knowledge was made in which the empress's body was emerged. Time passed, and the Crown Prince ascended the throne at the age of twelve even before Emperor Zyram consumed poison for the throne which looked like hell was given by the emperor who ended his life on the day he read the last letter, wearing black to signify mourning he had passed away as a heartbroken man. It is sa

She said slowly, her breath labored. “Yes…mother,” Ren said solemnly. “The title of empress is a sick and sad joke, Ren. To me, I was nothing more than a slave and to this day, I am nothing more than a slave. When your father conquered my land, I was forced to become one of his concubines. I was young and couldn’t understand what was going on. Young women like me were bedded in turn by the emperor. It went on and on until at least one of us became with child…” she said before pausing to catch her breath. It was clear that speaking was taking up all the energy that she had left. --To be continued…

I vaguely remembered rumors that they were colluding to embezzle company funds. The one who'd led the mockery earlier had approached me before. He had subtly probed me about whether I'd be willing to falsify data, but I'd refused him outright. I hadn't connected the dots then, but now it all made sense. Apparently, that was when the company started alienating me and targeting me at every turn. It turned out it was all these troublemakers stirring things up all along. And Wendy was still naively believing them. I had no idea what she'd actually learned during her time studying abroad.

Had I not witnessed him taking a dislike to a handsome attendant, fabricating an excuse, and having the poor soul dragged off to be sold into a brothel, I probably would have been fooled by him too. If a man like that ever became the empress consort, it would be an absolute disaster for the empire. I wasted the best years of my youth here, finally climbing to the one position every man under heaven coveted. Bella had proclaimed to the entire world that I would be her only empress consort, and should I pass away, the throne beside her would remain forever vacant. At the time, I genuinely believed I was the happiest man alive, which was why I ignored the system's prompt when it offered to let

Something that definitely didn't belong to me too. I pulled it out, my fingers trembling. It was a pair of silk panties. They weren't mine. I didn’t own anything that loud, that intimate, that small. "What is this?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "Whose are these, Damian?" He didn't even flinch. He just leaned against the doorframe and let out a dry, cruel laugh. "Those? Those are yours, Emil. Or maybe you planted them there yourself. You’ve clearly lost your mind. You’re so desperate to be a victim that you're making things up now."

Screenshots of old photos of us resurfaced, fans combing through captions, dissecting every detail of our relationship. Some people even came out with ‘evidence’ of our PR relationship. My relationship with Carson started out as a PR relationship. But we fell in love, like all the romance books I’ve read. I thought I was living a fairytale. I was in bliss until I wasn’t. When I was cancelled by the world. Carson stayed. He was there for me when I lost a lot of my so-called friends.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

I began telling her about recent news, about what was happening to my company, and the life she would have in graduate school. However, she ignored me. She didn't even want to look at me. "What are you doing here?" she asked me once, impatiently. "Where's Suzanne? Don't you need to be with her?" I paused and looked at her carefully. "I've locked her up. You can do whatever you want to her." Sophie scoffed. "What for?" It was only then that I remembered that she didn't know the truth. Hastily, I told her everything.

But, life in the palace was different from popular perception - it wasn't all fancy dress, tea parties, and balls, nor was it full of sycophantic nobles. After the empress died, leaving no children, the emperor chose my mother as his consort. She was the daughter of a wealthy marquis and was known throughout the empire for her beauty. But, after giving birth to Princess Camellia, her only child from a loveless marriage, she died mysteriously. I have been rejected by everyone since I was born, leading the empire to mourn once again. The emperor's wife was poisoned, but no one investigated who committed such a terrible act against a young mother who had recently given birth to her daughter.