La Emperatriz Novels & Stories

she said quietly, “I lose everything.” Luca stepped closer. “You won’t.” “You can’t promise that.” “No.” He met her eyes. “But I can promise I won’t stop fighting for you.” The room fell silent. Adriana held his gaze. “Even if my empire collapses?” “Yes.” Miranda suddenly smiled. “Well,” she said, “this is extremely romantic for the middle of a corporate apocalypse.” Adriana laughed softly for the first time that day. Then she looked back at Luca. “Let’s find Victor’s mistake.”

“For richer and for richer, till death do you part?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz accept to be the Queen along side your king?” “I do” “Do you Vanessa Decruz promise to serve the country and its citizen along side your king with diligence and utmost dedication?” “I do” “With the power vested in me as the officiating priest and the former king, I declare you Vanessa Decruz, which will be known henceforth as Vanessa Amaan, as the Wife of Richard Amaan and the Queen of the nation”

but then. "How dare you? Do you even know who she is?" One of the perceptive ones from the throngs of women stepped forth and evidently it was no sweat for Devika to infer who 'this' woman was now that her desire and intentions had been as clear as this morning's blue. "The fifteenth and 'latest empress', I suppose?" She smiled and then bowed, en-kindling the young queen's honor and esteem all at the same time.

Carissa couldn’t help cursing when she saw this. The walk that was supposed to take about 10 minutes was prolonged for 30 minutes. This had successfully enraged and annoyed the Royal Palace. “Here you are! I thought you’d decided to run away!” Empress Lamia who was burning with anger immediately bellowed when she saw her. Carissa smiled provokingly, “Here I am. I was too tired last night. That’s why I was a bit late.” Her words were like a slap toward the Empress’s face. Mateo, her son, had been in bed with their enemy.

Only the faint ache still lingering beneath her ribs betrayed how difficult that composure had been to reclaim. “The northern emperor,” she said coolly, “has apparently allowed himself to be injured through military incompetence.” Relief flickered subtly through the chamber as the ministers watched their empress regain her usual composure. They mistook the cool expression for indifference, assumed the dispatch contained nothing of real consequence, and gradually returned their attention to tariffs, ledgers, and trade routes. The misunderstanding suited Halrem perfectly. No one needed to know that for several dangerous moments, a single line of text had unsettled her more thoroughly than any

Dale stated solemnly. Cristine looked in the mirror at Dale to check if he was joking because it wasn't humorous. Cristine's skin crawled with goosebumps. What a blessing to be able to separate the Princess from her! Cristine will forget James if there isn't any periodic nodding or head movement. At times, she is inattentive to his presence. Empress Medical Center was their destination. She pulled over to the side of the road and told them to carry the injured.

As the doors opened for her, she stepped inside and was quite surprised to see the empress having tea with Prime Minister Rastus. “Well, well,” Empress Serena mused, “if it isn’t my husband’s mistress. You must have come here in a hurry to bribe the prime minister, but alas, Emery… No amount of money or blood will be able to buy him.” Emery just greeted her properly and refused to bite at her bait since that was not something she came there for. Hence, the empress found it rather annoying. She then stood and threw one last glance at the prime minister as if reminding him of something before leaving the room.

She already knew that they would have a lot of acting to do here in Italy but she just couldn’t trust herself around Liam. Emilia was angry not because he was holding her but because she liked it. How could her body betray her. It was almost as if it had a mind of it’s own whenever Liam was close. “ Here we are.” The manager, Lorenzo said opening a white Italian door. Emilia couldn’t control the gasp that left her. She had been to countless hotels and had stayed in royal suites but none could be compared to what was in front of her. The suite looked like a complete house with a gold plated staircase that started in the middle and went up to the rooms maybe.

The woman said coldly while pointing her green sword forward. “Empress Elora!” A robotic voice came from the ball-shaped object. Empress Elora! That was a name that would make everyone in the level 9 civilization Leia go crazy. There were five rulers watching over Leila. Empress Elora was one of them, and she was granted the title Empress. The five rulers were the strongest five in Leila, and they were the leaders with the highest status. Their job was to rule Leila and make sure Leila remained safe.

Rumor had it that a force field of time seemed to surround it, where one hour in the outside world was equivalent to a few days inside. Taika only remembered that Xuri was the Mature Empress. As for her real name, he couldn’t recall. After Divine Monarch Vermilion Bird taught him a lesson, he was scared witless and hurriedly asked, “What... should I call you then? I... I forgot it.” Divine Monarch Vermilion Bird said, “Of course, she’s called the Bathing Empress...” “What? Bathing...”