Novel & Cerita The Emperor And I

She wanted the world clean, small, and private. She picked up the envelope. It was thick and smelled faintly of smoke. Her name on the front, the old surname. Her hand shook. “Open it,” Sophia said. She slit the paper with a nail. Inside was a single card. No letter. No stamps, no signatures. Just three words: I KNOW THE TRUTH. The room grew small. Elara’s throat made a tight sound. She put the card down like it might burn. “Who brings a threat with no hand?” she said.

Empress Park snarled gritting her teeth. "His Majesty the Emperor arrives." a eunuch outside announces. "Leave me alone, let him see that I am miserable!" She push Lulu away and she even wrinkled her red brocade robe. The door was push open, a majestic man came in, his long hair flutters against the wind, his black robe with dragon embroidery moves with his body. He look like a deity. "Empress, I heard you are sick." Empress Park abruptly stood up, making her stumble a bit, she bowed gently, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

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.

“ ‘And I will sing of those who are happy, and of those who suffer. I will sing of good and of evil that remains hidden round about you. The little singing-bird flies far around, to the poor Fisherman, to the Peasant’s roof, to every one who dwells far away from you and from your Court. I love your heart more than your crown, and yet the crown has an air of sanctity about it; I come, I shall sing to you; but one thing you must promise me.’ “‘Every thing!’ said the Emperor; and he stood there in his imperial robes, which he had put on himself, and pressed the sword which was heavy with gold to his heart. “‘One thing I beg of you; tell no one that you have a little bird that tells you everythi

She never wanted to be convinced over this ridiculous idea of giving up her decades-old love, and ‘Mate Mark'. “Sshhh…, Listen to me. I have already lived my entire life. But you can have more years to go by. You have to be there for our children. Besides, I won’t be around anymore as I have already learned the truth from that book.” Emperor revealed that he was also wary of everything. The lady parted her lips in agape, her hands holding her late husband tightly in the terror of him disappearing plainly from her sight, and couldn’t help but ask,

Thinking that it was just Marianne, Emery gave her permission to enter the room. She put on a cloak before leaving the walk-in closet, but upon stepping into the bedroom, it was not Marianne who greeted her but the emperor. “What are you doing here, Your Imperial Highness? Did I not tell you before not to act in any way that would make the other candidates think that you favor someone?” she said as she walked towards the balcony to close the door. Just like before, she did not look his way, making the emperor agitated because he was not used to her acting that way. He badly wanted to touch her and woo her with not only words because it was clearly not working, however, he was afraid that she

**** Within the palace, the air was thick with sandalwood incense. Lady Liudmila smiled softly as she considered the Emperor, who had summoned her despite his busy schedule. She couldn't help but recall the Empress's sharp words and biting sarcasm from the previous day. Lady Liudmila's expression became even more gentle. She knew that the Emperor appreciated her understanding nature, which was in stark contrast to the Empress's overbearing demeanor. Without fawning or attempting to seduce, she simply served quietly, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility.

… And as soon as the door closed behind them… The silence became heavier than outside. Iris took a moment to admire the room. It was larger than any room she had ever seen in the palace. A huge bed with dark velvet sheets. Tall decorated walls, and above the bed the imperial symbol: a dark blue dragon. The emperor stepped forward steadily, then stopped without turning around. Iris took a small breath, then quickly bowed: “Your Majesty… I apologize for what happened earlier, I swear I—” He suddenly turned and looked directly into her eyes for the first time.

“Seduce you? With me in the next room? Bold.” I walked over to him and stopped just in front of him. “She does not understand. No one does.” He looked up at me. “Understand what?” I reached out and cupped his face with one hand. “That I cannot stop thinking about you. That every time you are near me, the rest of the world fades. That I would burn this empire to the ground before I let anyone take you from me.” Aziel’s eyes widened slightly. Then that quirky smile returned. “Careful, Emperor. You are starting to sound obsessed.”

People say he’s a myth. “You look scared, princess.” His voice snaps me out of it. I glance around. The speakeasy is thinning out. Only a few attendants remain, too attentive, too still. Watching. “The Godfather, Dominic Ventura?” I ask. “You thought he was a myth?” Zavier’s smirk turns colder. “He’s not.” I follow his line of sight.