Remarried Empress Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The palace felt calmer than it had in days. Perhaps everyone was relieved that Seraphine had finally been removed from the court. Or perhaps they were simply pretending nothing had happened. By the time we reached the northern wing, the crowds had disappeared and the corridors became quieter. Older as well. The walls here were covered with faded paintings of former emperors, each one dressed in heavy ceremonial robes. Their eyes seemed to follow us as we walked beneath them. Valerian stopped before two enormous oak doors covered in carved wolves and ancient symbols.

'' He asks and I look up at the archbishop, waiting to hear an answer from Emery. His name is Emery France Arthur? ''I will,'' He answers. The answer is loud and clear which causes me to try and breathe properly. What makes me more than nervous is the fact that our wedding is being held live worldwide—due to the fact that Emery's royalty and any royalty would have their wedding known to everyone. One of the other facts are, Emery's hot.

“Least of all me.” Zane almost asked her—what’s in it for you? What do you gain from this suicide pact? What if it backfires? But the words died on his tongue. Because he knew better. Of course she didn’t want this marriage. Of course she was playing her own game. The Crown Prince’s voice pulled him back. “My father has fixed the wedding in two days. Vaani’s father will arrive from Dharakand. The hall will be flooded with nobles, guards, and eyes. I need you to help me quietly leave the palace before the ceremony.” His words were steel wrapped in silk.

He assured her. "What about you officials, Didn't they stop you from doing that?" "Unless they don't want to die by my sword. They best thing they can do is to keep quiet." He hugged her tightly. "Didn't i warn you not to use your sword reckless?" She asked him as he nodded. "I am trying to stop using it." Once again, the empire was thrown in another round of confusion after The Emperor announced his wedding date. Especially the fact he was getting married to an unknown woman, who has no family caused Protest, which he did not respond to anyone.

A painting peeked out from under the cloth that covered it. She edged to it and feeling Daegal’s eyes on her, took it off. It was a painting of a stunning woman whom she thought was Nezetta but with the detailing of the crinkles around her eyes, streaks of white in her hair, and brilliant hazel eyes, Naomi realized that it had to be the late Empress. Naomi studied the painting for a while before moving to the next. This time, it was a face she knew all too well. One that she wished to have back more than anything.

Vanessa said and grinned. "I just wondered why he decided to show up now that he's been forgotten, he's just so hell-bent on becoming a successor to the empire." "Well, he's no match for my husband". Margret said as she entered the room with her handmaiden behind her. Margret is the wife of Leonard, the second son of the Emperor. Henry's rival in succeeding the empire. They've never gotten along since they were kids and always competes with everything until the emperor had Henry and his mother sent away. And they never saw each other since then, until they grow up and decided to resume their competition.

she said as she lightly push me but failed I just hug her more then carried her bridal style she looked at me with wide eyes “Put me down I can walk you kissing and hug monster” she said as she tried to be free on my grip I just get my phone then went straight to the door. As I open the door and walk through the hallway she hid her face on my shoulder as she wrapped her hands on my neck I smile internally, I was using my usual cold expression though. The people in the hospital have wide shock eyes, mouth wide hanging and mind full of question. They just saw the great emperor carry a lady in public. As the master was not in the view already gossips started as who the lady was in the arm of th

“Good day Wanix and friends! I am so thrilled to be back and even more thrilled to announce that Uquix is safe! The Aleni have retreated and no longer pose a threat to us! We can all start rebuilding and get back to life as normal.” “Long live Empress Zelda!” Kurt started the chant. I let it go for a few moments before raising my hands to quiet them. “I have another announcement. I know we all want to get back to our lands and rebuilding, but I am hoping you will stay for one month more seeing as…I am engaged and I would love you all to be at the wedding!” Voices overlapped quickly, some confused, others excited for an Emperor. “Well, who is it!?!” Serena shouted.

It was a sound she had not thought she would hear again: a measured step that belonged to someone used to rooms with glass and steel. Elara’s heart thudded hard. The step moved closer. The small sound of metal on floor felt like a clock. The man in the hallway straightened. Mara’s jaw tightened in a way that made her hands close. The door opened all the way. He stood in the doorway like a man who had been carved from two lives—one that loved and one that learned not to. He was taller than he remembered from the last time she had seen him; time makes men larger or smaller depending on how you look. His hair caught the light.

But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this? I couldn't hold back the grief and rage. I screamed, "I'm the Shea heiress. If any of you will help me, the Shea family will hand over our domestic assets!" Before the words finished, a bridesmaid pummeled my abdomen with a few hard fists. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the floor. Evelyn looked down at me with contempt. "The Shea heiress? Everyone knows the Shea family is abroad. Strip her." I struggled, and the flash drive holding our core technology slipped from my pocket. I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first.