Novel & Cerita The Empress As How Someone Sees You

- "I don't force you to call me Excellency, it's very medieval. Call me the same way you call the Kings and Queens of your Empire. Moreover, if I may say so, you have a higher status than mine. You are an Empress and I am only a King" - "I can't approve what you just certified. Certainly, I am an Empress, but Edios counts 900 million inhabitants and my Empire barely 90 million. Nevertheless, I think that our visions of status are not the same, but we will address the subject during our meeting. And about the Empire, my people call me: Majesty or Madam. So choose the term with which you are most comfortable," she replied.

"Mother of my heir? You do love rambling, don't you?" Her composure cracked. She rose to her feet, her dignity a brittle shell. “It is surprising how quickly some forget to show appreciation to those who offered them shelter in their darkest hour. Good day, Your Grace.” “If you dare take another step, Empress,” I hissed, the command in my voice freezing her in place. I stood, the movement fluid and predatory, closing the distance between us until I loomed over her. She was tall, but she had to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. “Have you forgotten whom you address? I hold the ultimate power here. I could have you locked in the deepest dungeon for that veiled insult, and not a soul would que

Finally she turned and her eyes met Dylan's. Dylan frowned slightly. She is stupidly beautiful, he thought. "Your Highness..." The Empress smiled. Dylan nodded. "You are really very beautiful..." Said the empress looking him up and down. "Thank you your imperial majesty!" The Empress looked at Dylan suspiciously. Dylan swallowed hard. Did she notice? he asked himself. The Empress remained silent and started walking towards Dylan. Dylan swallowed again and froze. The Empress fanned her fan, looking around Dylan.

Even killing Prince Shiro’s mother because her authority was threatened. “The First Prince understands my concerns and I can freely speak my mind with him.” I answered. The Empress looked at me as if she was examining me. She must be observing my movements to see if my body language is giving me away. I made sure to act calm and to lessen my movements. Any jittering movements would indicate that I’m nervous and she’d interpret that as me lying.

It was beautiful—and it was for me! “Are you sure?” I asked, and she nodded. She handed it to me and I accepted it carefully. “Thank you. I was really struggling to choose. You girls are lifesavers. Do you think this will be okay for the Tarragon?” “Of course, Empress. I’m sure they’ll be stunned when they see you. All eyes will be on you, so don’t show any sign of nervousness. You need to be confident, powerful—especially with the Emperors by your side. Don’t be surprised if they act differently in front of our people, especially Emperor Izar. He never smiles in public—unlike how he is around you. They need to appear stern, so no one thinks they’re weak. You should be the same, Empress—neve

Yusria swallowed and straightened her posture, her violet eyes exuding determination as she stared straight into the Emperor's sapphire orbs. "However, as a living being, I have my own values and principles. One of those values is that I will not snatch another woman's man and neither will I share my man with another woman. Unfortunately, Your Majesty, not only are you another woman's man, but you are also planning to accept the said woman as your second wife. Such a grievance, my fragile heart won't be able to handle it. As such, I am sorry, but I can't be your Empress. You are not my ideal husband."

They responded and then the maids led her to the table where the ingredients for making the tea were. She opened every one of the ingredients and sees they were all fresh and neatly put in their jars. Reading the names in her mind, she knew the type of tea they wanted her to prepare. "The ingredients are fresh and the imperial chef tested it herself." The empress said out loudly. She turned and sees everyone watching her then she replied. "Are you implying I'm doubting the ingredients?" Making everyone whisper amongst themselves. She then poured the hot water out from the teapot into an expensive white jade mug cup.

Covering her face with her glove-covered hands, she heard a faint sound of the zipper as her back felt the touch of the fabric. Before she could utter a single word, the emperor’s arms snaked around her hips before resting his head on her bare shoulder. “Being away from you really makes me restless,” he mumbled. Emery shut her eyes for a moment before opening them once more, switching to her bubbly personality that the emperor got used to. With a reassuring smile plastered on her lips, she turned towards him and cupped his cheeks. “Your Imperial Highness, you are no babysitter to always look after me. If you continue to dote on me, the people will think that I am too weak to stand on my own

She smirked, "Your Empress? Ha! Don't joke with me, I, Zelia Rezzel Lapas, only belong to myself and nothing else. I won't let any man control me, hurt me and step on me. Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Emperor? I will never be someone's Empress because I belong only to myself." He smirked as he answered, "Hmmm... I'm not sure about that." 'So this is her real self, huh? Her true nature is finally showing... I finally see her real self behind her prim self. Interesting.' END OF CHAPTER 24

" Vincent frowned as well and was about to step forward. Then the spotlight snapped on, illuminating the entrance. My mother walked out, her arm linked with mine. I wore a black couture gown, the diamond crown on my head blazing under the lights. I lifted my chin slightly and let my gaze sweep calmly across the room. The entire hall fell silent. "My God…" someone whispered. "She looks just like the Donna in her youth." "Even more elegant than Miss Sofia." "That's what a real principessa looks like." The glass in Vincent's hand nearly slipped from his grasp. It was the first time he had ever seen me like that. No longer the girl who depended on him or looked up to him.