The Emperor's Daughter 소설 & 이야기

"So have you finally thought about my proposal?" the sister of the emperor, who was formerly known as Princess Analize was now Duchess Orden, said to Arthur in the imperial palace who was currently sitting on the large chair as the emperor while she sat for the guest's seat "Are you sure you want this? I think Duke Maxwell's eldest son Damon was against the idea of tying him up with my daughter knowing how he reacts when my daughter gets overly obsessive towards him" Arthur, the emperor, said worrying about his daughter's behavior

Twenty years had passed since I last saw her, and if she's still alive, I intend to have her as my bride. Soon enough we were escorted to a room and left with some snacks and a female dancer for entertainment, I stared at her hard finding a sharp resemblance with the empress, this wasn't any dancer this was the princess Nyla, the second daughter of Emperor Peralez. From the looks of her face she was frightened, probably scared of messing up the dance. Theodore seemed to be enjoying it but I was rather annoyed why Emperor Peralez had his daughter entertain us.

The Emperor said, seeing the pain his Daughter was going through. “I’ll give you until the end of the day. If the Stones are not here by then, he, he. You can come and collect their corpses,” Blake said and guided the women back into the compound. The Emperor, angry over the turn of events, could only retreat if he didn’t want to see his Daughter’s demise. The Emperor returned to where his wife was waiting for him. “What are their demands?” Empress Xiang Meiren asked, seeing the anger in her husband.

It was a silent message to those who eyed her place that they would be wise to stay away from it. The emperor's daughter was returned to him as now she was a pawn instead of a boon. It was done without Zaiyuan’s approval and still Yan Sha had never met the child. She did not understand why a prince had decided she would be a good mother when she was in meetings and quietly directing warfronts. There was no maternal thought as she slid a throat or beheaded bandits.

I look back at him in confusion. “Dinah Sigmond, daughter of the east, scholar of languages and the Luna of the High House of Sigmond.” The Emperor turns his golden gaze to me, and I feel myself go still “Come forward, child.” My body acknowledges the command before my brain does, and I find myself ascending the steps of the stage to stand next to Zen. My lungs wont dare expand or contract. I don’t even see when another attended comes forward. “If not for your presence, this day might have never come.” The Emperor’s voice reaches my ears

say Wateus "I Lady Atia Sarai daughter of Hades and granddaughter of Hera take you Imperial Crown Prince Storm Olympus a descendant of Zues as my Husband and Emporer when we take the throne I promise I will be faithful to you I will respect, trust, help and care for you and this empire this I promise in the presence of the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus" I say "And with that, I now pronounce you Imperial Crown Prince Storm Olympus and Imperial Crown Princess Atia Sarai Olympus, as well as husband and wife, you may kiss the bride," says Lord Idur Rognas. And with that, Storm bends down and kisses me as everyone claps.

“Come closer, girl.” Darius’s hand pressed harder against my back. I stepped forward anyway, stopping a few feet from the throne. The Emperor studied me longer. “Your father promised me a useful alliance. Instead he sends a cursed daughter no one wanted. Tell me, Elara Voss, do you bring death wherever you go?” My throat felt tight. “I bring whatever my father forced me to bring, Your Majesty.” He laughed, a dry, rasping sound that echoed off the walls. “At least she has a tongue. Good. You’ll need it here.”

The woman's emerald eyes flickered over my form, then flickered back to where her daughter had run off. Intrigue and curiosity rushed through me as I watched her lift a delicate hand to the golden necklace she was wearing. A necklace fashioned to look like branches, with a single emerald hanging from the center. Her green eyes widened with some silent knowledge as her gaze flickered from me to the spot her daughter once stood at. "Leave now, and I'll tell none you were here." She demanded, her hand still placed on the golden necklace. Her voice was free of fear, but held strong with Royal blood and a mother's love.

But I had thought they were scientists who just wanted to turn me into some lab rat because of my rare rod-like pupils. "What are you doing?" She asks, her eyes resting on the bunch of flowers in my hands. "Making a posy for Romeo." I announce, waving the bunch of flowers in the air before proceeding to string a red ribbon around them, "Because I'm the best girlfriend ever." "Mrs. Ferguson and her grandson were just letting out curse words at the unfortunate human being that dared to tamper with their flowers," She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?"

It seemed that Chen Kei was her own daughter and not the daughter of an imperial consort. "Chen Kei greets imperial mother." Chen Kei also saluted the empress with gentle movements. The people in power waited for her to finish her salutations to other elders as the emperor finally twitched his lips, feeling very complicated. The anger he had towards his beloved daughter a while ago was now gone. But he couldn't just let his beloved daughter go now that there are a lot of people watching. As the emperor let out a heavy sigh, he asked, "Eight princess. What is this news that I have heard? Is it all true?" There was a tone of dignity in his question, but it also seemed like he wouldn't repriman