The Emperor's Daughter Novels & Stories

Princess Axiel pulled my hair towards her once again and inspected my expression. "Why aren't you crying more?! Am I being too gentle to you, huh? Should I just pluck your eyes out with this fork or remove your skin with a peeler? Or should I just kill you?" I trembled at the horrible thought and released the tears I was holding back since the start. "That's enough, Axiel." "What?! But I'm not yet done, mother!" "You can't kill her." "Why?!" "She is still the daughter of the Emperor."

The kind of heavy that made lungs work harder. Thick pillars of blackened wood lined the hall, painted dragons curling upward like they were climbing toward something they would never reach. The dais was carved with precision but shrouded in shadow. The King sat in the center, inlaid screens behind him filtering the light until even the air felt dim. She looked around for Yeonho. He was nowhere. Just the King’s guard and a young lady along with the young guard whom she had followed in there. Each step forward dampened her palms—not with fear, but with the quiet certainty that she couldn’t trust the King. Being Dharakand’s princess had trained her to read the deceit lurking behind familiar fa

Of course, Eodelle is the daughter of the sick former Emperor, and Marian with her oddities tolerated by Aster when she moved all her stinky, exotic animals living here in the Headow Stronghold. Many say there is one permanent expression on my face and that’s suspiciousness over people around me. I always follow my instinct. I never trust anyone unless I have something to counter them whenever they think of betraying me. And the last person who drank the sweet poison of my beauty was the former Emperor, that sick, fat man who made my life hell in this place.

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

“You quickly left, all the soldiers you expected came back to betray the Kingdom, you know why? Since the woman he loved next to him did that, I thought that if I had all the soldiers in my hand, this battle would be won, but no, that woman took everything. It's all your fault, it's all your fault." The old emperor stepped back, looking at Aron with unbelievable eyes. The person next to him is the daughter of the previous Emperor, he usurped the throne and took that person's daughter as his wife, It turned out that she had been prepared in advance, Aron did not know until now that the remnants of the previous Emperor King were so powerful. But that's okay, Henry will fight here too. They wil

After all, this term was just recently added by the emperor himself less than a month prior to this. “As for the final condition, the Town of Amber Leaves agrees to send the most beautiful and talented virgin to represent the town as an ambassador. The ambassador will live in the Imperial palace for the rest of her life and serve the Empire in good faith. That is all,” “Sir, we agree to all the conditions. However, I do not have a daughter to offer to the Empire. My only daughter died from an illness when she was but a child…” the Town ruler pleaded while on his knees.

“Rose, it’s not that I want to berate you but you were the one who came up with the idea of finding a mistress for Sean on this island, to help him cement his rule on the island. And you even purposely sought out the orphaned daughter of the former leader of this island. Now that she’s pregnant you want to discard her so ruthlessly? How unfair is it to her?” Hearing Old Master Shaw’s words, Rose felt even more righteous. “Then tell me what I should’ve done, Uncle Shaw? For the sake of the greater good, which empire was not built on the blood and tears of its leaders? Since long ago, to protect his empire and reduce the loss of life caused by military conflict, the emperor would even give his

Sebastian threatened gravely, holding up a blood sucker by the neck. "Maximus, really?" Lydia rolled her eyes. The blood sucker laughed, gazing at Sebastian with interest. Sebastian released his hold and he landed on the floor. "My apologies, I have a strict order to guard the premises. Queen Lydia, would you mind informing me who this beauties are?" Aurora raised a brow at the young lad with quite funny manners. He beamed at her, white teeth in handsome oval face. "Sebastian, the emperor of Jerash and my daughter, empress of Jaresh. Well, past emperor and empress."

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

“But he’s not invincible. Stay back, Sophie. Protect the girls. Watch for openings.” Darius’s smirk returned as he gestured toward the scattered papers. “Curiosity… greed… desperation. All human traits. Your father had them. And so do you.” He moved closer, and my stomach sank. “What does he want from us?” I whispered, voice trembling. Lucian caught my hand, grounding me. “Not just from us… from your father’s past. He wants something Dad protected. Something powerful. And he believes you have the key.” Darius suddenly lunged again, faster this time, aiming to grab one of the envelopes containing my father’s most sensitive documents. Lucian intercepted, and the struggle became a blur of motio