The Empress In The Palace Novels & Stories

But I had a feeling that Dante wasn't the type of person who would knock. When I opened the door, I realized that my prediction was right. Annie beamed at me. And she brought food. She was officially my favourite person in this book. We ate and chatted. Annie knew gossip related to the royal families. She would lower her voice whenever she talked about them. It was strange to hear the royal scandals from a young girl, but I needed information. "Basically, the empress wants her son to be the next emperor?" I probed. "Yes, but the fifth prince is young and his achievements barely match Prince Dante." She said to me, "However, Prince Dante is too cruel."

“My sister is a free spirit.” “I doubt that.” The prime minister narrowed his eyes, showing his hostility. “Are you saying I am a liar, prime minister?” The princess curled her lips, bemused. “You are not but she is fitting to be inside the palace, princess.” The princess arched her brow. “Why is that?” “Princess Dhia. Princess Shea was the emperor of the Underworld.” “You mean the empress?” She corrected him. But, the prime minister shook his head. “No, she is the emperor.”

A feminine voice spoke just by the entrance. "Let off the lady." The woman spoke again. Their attention was all drawn by the woman who entered the living room. She was an old woman in her early eighties, however, it didn't seem that way. She looked more agile and forceful. She was the grand Empress of the family. Francis's mother. "As an officer of the law, when has it been said that a person could be arrested without proof or evidence of crime?." "Moreover she is pregnant, I trust that you wouldn't want to suffer for making the future Empress of the Williams Empire lose her pregnancy?."

"Stuff some more trash in there. Trash deserves a trash can for a locker." At noon I went to the locker room to change my shoes. I had just come through the door when I saw Venetia and a few other rich girls throwing garbage into my locker. It was packed so full the door would not close. My coat and my shoes were in the actual garbage can. Venetia raised an eyebrow when she saw me come in. "Good. Now you've seen it. You aren't welcome at this school. Trash belongs where it belongs. "I'll give you one more week to leave on your own. Otherwise, I've got other ways to deal with you." I answered coldly, "You don't get to decide who stays at this school." Venetia gave a soft laugh and drew one im

They tried taking control of my horse but I resisted. “Do not touch my horse. I shall follow you, do not worry. I will not try to run.” I told them. They believed me and escorted me all the way to the Palace. The Palace looked dreary, it’s as if a dark aura had casted its shadow all over it. There were no servants, none of the imperial guards in the vicinity of the Palace. This was not a good sign. It would seem that the Empress had finally made her move and I was too late.

As the kitchen door closed behind Isabel, their laughter erupted into a happy chorus. “She is exactly like Her Majesty! Kind and polite!” one of the staff members remarked, their tone filled with admiration. The rest of the kitchen staff agreed as their laughter mingled with their heartfelt comments. “She’s so humble! Just like the empress.” Meanwhile, Isabel walked through the palace corridors with her steps echoing softly as she approached the grand room where Ilyana rested. As she stood before the closed door, uncertainty gripped her heart. She hesitated while her hand remained clutching the tray of freshly baked egg tarts. Her actions weighed heavily on her and she knew she was the reaso

He chose a building that was exclusively used only by the Empress. Minho had a suspicion that there were still spies within the Empress’ palace that could potentially belong to the emperor or the crown prince. Therefore, the Empress and Minho worked together to get rid of them behind closed doors. The Empress killed off nearly half of her staff just so there weren’t any spies. Luckily for them, they were successful in getting rid of the spies.

Lili was too stunned to stand up and send him out, she just left sitting there, dazed and stiff while her hand felt the remnants of the feeling of the Emperor's hand on her cheek. It feels nice. *** On the Royal Palace of Wangyue where the Empress resides, Empress Park is a bit gloomy. She didn't understand why she's staying here and not in the sunflower Palace where an Empress like her should stay. This palace was the previous residence of the great grand Empress dowager, it was so lonely and cold. She has a lot of servants to comply all her whims and rants, guards scattered around to look for her safety, but the man she wished to visit her even for a bit didn't show up.

No one would dare disobey the Emperor to obey the empress but she needed to get into the room and see what was going on. Since yesterday, she could sense the suspicion of everything. The princess's door had been locked all noon and then her maid slept till the morning and this morning the door was heavily guarded again. "That was close; I thought she would just burst through the door forcefully," Irkal said. "My lady, do you want me to go keep watch?" Idum asked the empress when she saw the calculating look on her face. "If you go, they would find it suspicious and hide everything. Should I send the crown prince?" I am asked to walk towards her son's room.

And at that moment, inside the palace hall, the empress, seated in the second chair, sat gazing at the elders with a lazy expression behind her face veil. “Empress, why are you doing all this? Don’t you know this will have repercussions for the demon realm?” asked one of the elders in the hall, addressing the demon empress. “Indeed, how can an empress marry another man? This could become a laughingstock for the entire divine realm. You truly disagree with your own actions!” added another elder, seriously rejecting the demon empress’s marriage plans. Watching the elders talk among themselves, arguing without listening to her wishes, didn’t make the empress feel particularly guilty or sorry fo