Novel & Cerita La Emperatriz

“ Using title of the eldest member of Azure clan, I order you, Jasper Azure, to step aside of my way. Or get ready to face the consequences.” Her old wrinkled eyes changed color immediately switching to dark brown with a golden glow. She would transform any time to launch an attack. Everyone in the WEREALM was aware about Grand Empress : A fierce, deadly and marvelous fighter. She had never lost any of the fights in past. Sometimes, she even defeated her late husband, the Emperor. She turned old, but not powerless.

Lana Fernandez was everything that the tabloids said she was not. Before making his decision and working under her as the regional head, he'd made his research and knew she was not just a mere princess of the Fernandez Empire. She was a princess actually, but she was not about flowers and waiting for frogs to kiss that would magically turn to princes. She made her own Empire, formed her own army and was ready to do anything to protect her people. He was a woman that he'd love to serve over and over again. Under her rule, the Romero Empire had flourished as much as it did when Damien Romero had overseen everything.

"The Empress has come to North City. I just received the news. Would you like to pay respects to Martial City's strongest woman with me?" The Empress from the royal family? Felix's thoughts flickered. Wasn't that Cordelia?

He raised the crown high above us both, his voice strong and solemn as he spoke. "Juliet Lucienne, daughter of Moreau and wife of the great Emperor," he declared, his words echoing through the vaulted hall, "you are bestowed with the blessing, the power, and the life of Livilian and Maximilian. You are to hold the throne with your eternal life and love for your people." My breath caught as he lowered the crown to my head. Then his voice rose with fervor, a cry that cracked like thunder across the chamber. "Hail the new Empress! Hail Empress Juliet Lucienne Maximilian!"

Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar faces, and to suspect the motives wrapped in an emperor’s summons. “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said, curtseying. He gave the smallest nod—acknowledgment without warmth, the kind of gesture that said her respect was expected, not earned. Typical of a man who thought his crown made him the measure of all things. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his tone smooth—pleasant on the surface. But she could see the calculation beneath it. The question unsettled her. Why does he care about her health? Kings don’t ask out of kindness—they ask to see where the cracks are.

The Emperor hesitated. What happened... during these four years? --- He swallowed his anger. "There is another important matter." He gestured toward the young woman beside him. "Come forward." The girl obediently stepped ahead. The hall erupted into whispers. Only Kiara remained expressionless. She had expected this moment. "I wish to introduce my second daughter." "Amelia Hyperion." The whispers grew louder. The Emperor continued. "Eighteen years ago... I mistook another woman for my late wife." "From that mistake..."

I smile and felt a bit better. All the handkerchief was collected and placed on the table in front of His Majesty. I saw as his eyes moved from one handkerchief to another,his gaze stopped at a very beautiful and well patterned,he picked it up,he studied it "This will do" he turn to his mother and she nodded "Lady Agatha Danbury come forward" Lady Agatha stood up arrogantly,she's the Prime Minister's daughter,and looks down on everyone She walked gracefully to the center and bow to His Majesty,she smiled at him and winked but his expression never changed.

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

A grand palace of pure white loomed before them. An elegant, young, and beautiful woman clothed in a white, traditional robe sat in the palace. She didn’t seem like an ordinary deity. Her easy smile was delicate as she greeted Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton. They glanced at each other before casting curious looks at the emperor. He merely laughed as he regarded them. “This is my wife. She’s also known as the empress in your realm.” Xyla was surprised to hear this.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.