Is The Empress A True Story Novels & Stories

I asked. “Even if you ask me, I just met her once,” she replied as she shrugged her shoulders. “We’ll ask her highness later for that, but for now, do not believe the information that you have gathered… Also, have the other territories heard about this news?” Leo said. “As far as we know, they do not have any idea for now, but we know that sooner or later, that impostor will be introduced as the empress and the emperor’s lost daughter,” Valentine replied.

she told him softly. "Oh, you don't understand. You care about such things. That means you are a good Empress. And don't worry, ours is not solely a monarchy. We have a unique system. I'll introduce it to you later." Right, she couldn't imagine being okay with a system that supported slavery, so. "What was the last Empress like?" she asked softly. "As a mother she was phenomenal, but as an Empress... she didn't care." His jaw tightened. It seemed Ellis had hit a sore spot. "She was your mother, wasn't she?"

I also noticed that some of the guards were pretending to be a couple, holding hands while talking to each other with wide smiles, but I know they were just speaking to their earpieces, updating Arlo or Pierce of what I’m doing every second. Arlo calls this protection, but it seemed more like love wrapped in paranoia. I’m not complaining though, strangely, I like it. “…a record-breaking for Suddenly an Empress film… box-office nationwide…” I heard a voice as I passed by a TV store, prompting me to take a few steps back and stop in front of the glass window showing a row of flat-screen TVs. They were all tuned to the same entertainment news channel, showing my face as my role, Elodie Byrne, a

“I am sure there must be some kind of evidence since everyone is adamant that the Crown Prince and his mate killed Lady Ariel.” “The Empress herself saw Lady Vanya switching cups.” “Eh?” Timur raises an eyebrow. “Are you telling me that a royal family member, who is always surrounded by conspiracies, saw someone switching a wine cup and did nothing to interfere?” He questions Damien. “Is it not strange?” Damien is now cautious of the baby faced diplomat who seems to be asking too many questions. “The Empress may have thought that the drink was not up to Miss Vanya’s taste and hence, Miss Vanya switched it,” he reasons. “Empress Moira is a kind woman. She sees the good in everyone.”

“And does the Emperor judge the first before hearing the rest?” “…No.” “Why?” I thought for a moment before answering. “Because he wouldn’t know the whole story.” Valerian nodded once. “Exactly.” He slid the folder back into its place until all six sat neatly beside one another. “A ruler who accepts the first version of the truth rarely discovers the real one.”

"Come on, Mother. Grandfather asked for us." I looked away and nodded. As I turned to leave, I heard Theodore's small voice behind me. "Mother?" I did not know who he was calling, so I did not look back. [Some things, once lost, are gone forever.] … It took seven days for the full truth to come out. The Imperial Guards uncovered everything. Lady Quincey had sent people to harm me, switched the crown prince with another child, and passed off a false heir as her own. The evidence was damning.

In the end, their bodies were hacked into pieces and thrown to wild dogs. I did not want to go through any of that again; I would lose my mind if I had to relive it. ... The news of the Crown Prince eloping with an illegitimate daughter spread like wildfire throughout the capital. This time, Emperor Roland Ashford himself stepped in and put Dorian under house arrest, forbidding anyone from visiting him. Empress Victoria was terrified when she heard the news, realizing that even she might not be able to protect Dorian this time. Her body swayed unsteadily where she stood.

He told himself he had done worse before, and the empire had survived because of it. Still, the name echoed in his head. Sierralya. He pushed away from the table and crossed the room, stopping at the window. From here, the palace grounds looked calm. Orderly. As if nothing beneath them was rotting. As if there weren’t things buried so deep even he pretended not to remember them. “She’s my daughter,” he said aloud, to no one. The words didn’t change anything. “Dismissed.” The councilors filed out slowly. When the doors finally closed, he was left with just Caspian.

Every chapter had mattered. But none of them had defined me alone. Pierce found me there as the sun began to set. “You came here for the ending,” he said. “No,” I replied. “For the truth.” “And what is it?” I looked out across the water. “That the empire was never the company.” He nodded slowly. “What was it then?” I turned toward him, smiling gently. “The empire was the woman who refused to disappear.” We walked back home under a sky painted with the last colors of sunset.

Honestly, I’d pray too if I knew I have even the slightest of chance. I wonder how many of these girls really know the Emperor beyond the stories we all hear or is it just his looks and power they crave? "Tell me, how much do you actually know about the Emperor?” I ask and Hilda's face lights up like she's been waiting all along for me to ask that. "Darling, the man is the most perfect male specimen you will ever lay your eyes on. Forget about him being filthy rich, powerful, confident and kind, he’s got looks that could drive you mad.” She gushes.