Novel & Cerita The Emperor's Concubine

Gianna smiled. “Forgive me, your royal highness, but you’re here to marry.” Sila, one of the other two maids of Gianna reminded. On her way to the chamber, she saw a woman who might be in her 40s, approaching her. “That is Lady Nimue; the first concubine of Emperor Narendra.” Minnah whispered. Gianna quickly bowed to her. “Oh, dear! You’re not supposed to bow to me.” Nimue said gently. “You cannot stop me from respecting you, lady…um…Nimue.” Gianna gave a polite answer.

Lucien Arden took the throne. He crowned Rosalind Hartwell empress. And Evelyn Hartwell—the principal wife who had fought at his side all the way from embattled prince to emperor—was given only the rank of Imperial Consort. The day the decree came down, Silverleaf Palace was completely silent. Every servant kept their head lowered and hardly dared to breathe, afraid that Evelyn would weep, or throw things, or come apart the way any consort does when the emperor's favor leaves her. Evelyn simply accepted the decree, calmly. “I thank His Majesty for his generosity.” There was no movement in her voice and nothing in her face. Even her beautiful eyes held not the slightest trace of grief.

"So many women! Micah gasped. The emperor's desires must be unquenchable; a lot of foreign women were also made concubines. Some of them wore provocative outfits; some parts of their stomachs were open so that when they danced for the emperor, he would be enchanted. Some were blessed with big boobs, so they exposed their cleavages. Some of the concubines wore a lot of makeup, their thick eyeliner outlining their facial features, their lips were pink and rosy, and they smelled of expensive perfumes. No male servant was allowed into the concubine's chamber; it was punishable by death if any male servant stepped into that court. Micah hung her head down and quickly walked across the massive hal

But from her sputtering, she had no comeback to my last comment. Once the Emperor is situated on his couch, he gives us a signal to take our seats. I was hoping that situation was over, but I think the Emperor overheard the exchange between myself and Corina. "Lady Corina," the Emperor starts. "Why do you seem so out of sorts tonight? Is it because your ex-lover is with a new lady?" Damn. The Emperor knew that Brixtius and Corina were together. "Lady?!" Corina snorts out like a pig and points scoffing at me. "She's a slave! No better than the dirt beneath my feet! And she's sitting here at the Emperor's table!"

She then smiled politely at them and said, "It's an honor to hear that all of you took the time to watch my show when you're already so busy. "Ha-ha. It's mainly because you're a good actor, Ms. Becker. I don't watch much drama shows, but I watched yours." Several CEOs were surrounding her, talking enthusiastically. Kisa pursed her lips and chuckled, "I see. Do you gentlemen still remember which role I played?" "Uh..." "You played a strong and powerful woman, an urban woman." "That's nonsense. She obviously played a pure and harmless little girl." "No, she was a concubine, the emperor's concubine, to be exact; the kind who competes for favor in the harem."

"Yes, My Lady. But we cannot disobey the Emperor's words, his words are absolute to us, servants." "Ah, I see ... but ..." 'But this will surely create chaos among the high nobilities. Me being the concubine of the previous emperor was basically a humiliation, but if I was rumored to be a favored person by the new Emperor, I don't think the Duke and his wife will let this go.' "My Lady? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, nothing. Let's go." 'I should just accept it, besides, this palace is the closest to the emperor's palace. She forced a smile and entered.

“Or do I need to remind you both that I am right behind you, again.” Stanley remained silent at Rima words and Penn was not ready to say anything, until Stanley elbowed her on her ribs, she could barely contain her sound of protest. “Well, I am waiting.” Rima impatiently said. “You are looking at the mother to our beloved crown prince and the dearest wife of the emperor. The person who treats concubines like they are slaves and is responsible for the death of most of them even though she was at first, one of them. With the birth of the crown prince, she was able to dispose the real empress who was the emperor first wife and nobody knows till date where the former queen is or if she is dead.

I imagined eyes watching me from the dark, eyes of people who would know me, eyes of those sent to find the Emperor’s mysterious helper. My mind played the beggar’s words over and over: "The Emperor… marrying the girl who saved him… Liora…" How simple it was, how impossible, it was almost funny. If only they knew. If only *he* knew. The Emperor, the powerful ruler of Kaldor, was about to marry a lie without knowing it. And the person who had made that lie happen was now running away, scared of what would happen.

Her body swayed unsteadily where she stood. "Bring that shameless woman to me immediately." Before Celeste could even bow in greeting, she was slapped hard twice across the face. Bright red handprints immediately appeared on her cheeks, showing just how much Empress Victoria hated her. "So, you used that pretty face of yours to seduce the Crown Prince, didn't you?" Empress Victoria was the legitimate daughter of a prestigious noble family. As a child, she had watched her father being seduced by mistresses while her mother wept herself to death in resentment. Hence, she had always despised illegitimate children with a passion.

"Who will explain to me why my consort was treated like a criminal?" The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly. The hotel's head butler—a high-ranking vampire appointed to oversee council affairs—trembled as he stepped forward, fear flashing in his crimson eyes. "Your Majesty," he stammered, bowing deeply. "This... this is a misunderstanding. The hotel had no intention of offending Her Majesty the Queen." "A misunderstanding?" Aurelius coldly retorted. His silver gaze swept across the room. "I saw with my own eyes the council guards laying hands on my consort."