The Emperor's Partner Novels & Stories

A pawn in the game of power? The tension shifted. The nobles who had been on the verge of outcry hesitated. The emperor approved of this match. And with the goddess' will behind it, no one could oppose it openly. But I could still feel the hostility in the air. The empress fell silent. Axel stood rigid, unreadable. And the court—while subdued—was far from pleased. I swallowed hard, hands curling into fists against my gown. My mate was Damien Angentha. Wherever he was . . . whoever he was . . .

Some would say, "Look, he lost his lover and now he has locked himself inside. He doesn't even allow any of us to go near him with food or water." "I also heard that his lover is a man. He is also the one who performed during the late Emperor's birthday." "No one ever imagined that he's a cut sleeve. All along, we thought he was forced to spend time with the late Emperor. But they were in some sort of a relationship. We were all being fooled." "Ssh, quiet. Someone might hear you." "So what? What will they do to me? I am just stating the facts."

Asalan Enlim says, dismissing them all. They filed out, leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reached the door frame. They now again and leave, closing the door behind them. Silence engulfs them in the room as Una takes in the features she has not yet seen in the room. The intricate designs and pieces laid out across the room made no sense to her at all. "Are you the emperor they speak of?" Una asked, taking steps down the bedstand to stand in front of him. He might be the emperor here, but she was not from this timeline. She knew nothing about her at all. "What year are you from?" The Emperor asked her.

With all the sacrifices I made for him, I would never let him be happy in the arms of another woman! Emyr is my true Mate. Yes. And we keep it a secret from others. While Aster is the crowned Emperor, he is the people’s symbol of power and I have to convince him that the baby inside me is his until the time comes that he has no choice but to crown me as his Empress.

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

The identity of the two guests turned out to be the emperor and empress of Astral. The emperor of Astral was a handsome man in his mid to late thirties, garbed in the most exquisite material the empire had to offer. His eyes mirrored those of his daughter but were slightly darker. The emperor's gaze softened, reaching out to his consort as he gestured for the maids to find an extra pair of seats. Gently guiding the consort to sit back down, both emperor and empress took a seat beside the princess’s bed. "My consort, there is no need to greet me and the empress. We heard how much you have been tending to the princess, but you must remember to tend to yourself as well." It's been a while since

However, the dissonance between Emperor Caden’s revered image and this impostor's disgraceful conduct was unmistakable. The beautiful woman in the lead observed the chaos with a cold smile and finally broke the silence. “Woah, what do we have here? From what I know, Maxine is a close relative of Emperor Caden. Is our emperor unable to control his desires so much that he had to sink this low and betray his family?” Her words ignited a murmured discussion among the high-ranking officials, their disbelief morphing into a simmering discontent.

Very interesting. I walked a little closer beside him, studying his expression shamelessly. “Magnus noticed, didn’t he?” Silence. Then, “Yes.” Simple. Cold. Reluctant. But honest. I let out a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. The terrifying Tyrant Emperor, feared across kingdoms, apparently unable to pretend interest in women long enough to satisfy royal expectations. That was deeply entertaining. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Ragnar muttered. “A little.” “You should stop.” “I won’t.”

Dion loudly cleared his throat, but before he could speak, the sharp voice of a she-wolf cut through the air. "Mate? Your Majesty, do you hear yourself? You're saying this...lowly creature is your mate?" Eradine felt faint. What the he** was the Emperor saying? Mate? How could he have a mate? For the love of the goddess, he was the Lykan Emperor! It was impossible for him to have a mate. Is he doing this to put off our engagement? At the thought, Eradine lost her composure, and overcome with panic, she reached out and grabbed the female's tight bun.

She’d matured into one interesting character. Edger knew now for sure that this would be an interesting meeting of two interesting characters. He couldn’t help but wonder if George was ready for this meeting he was about to experience. He was pretty sure that Eva wasn’t, but she appeared to be able to handle just about anything the Emperor could throw at her with a grace that surprised many. She didn’t stop to question or make the Emperor think about his decisions and ideas. But only when he asked for it, Eva didn’t offer unsolicited advice like the Empress had and many appreciated it, including the Emperor. Edger felt that was part of her ability or power to stay this long by his side. Or,