The Empress In The Palace Novels & Stories

She slows down the kiss, smiling at me. All of a sudden, someone comes opening the door in a hurry before running in; making both Emma and I to turn and look at the figure—Evelyn, seeing her with a wide smile on her face. Then, she starts to push me a little in order for her to sit next to Emma. ''Oh my god, have you seen our guest?'' She exclaims with happiness glistering in her eyes; making me look at her in confusion. Yes, the guest that arrived at our palace is one of the former royalties from France but what does the guests have to do with this.

I informed, and she froze up for a couple of seconds, before speaking. ‎“In that case get to work” She said pulling her foot from her sandal. ‎But just then the voice of my guard boomed from the outside. ‎‘’Beware the empress of Ember nest, the mother of the Emperor, empress Helen is approaching the room” ‎ ‎Immediately Empress Helen walked in, and queen Cassandra replaced her foot in her shoe. ‎“Greetings mother” I greeted with a bow. ‎“Greetings my child” Empress Helen said, before turning to queen Cassandra, “Cassandra you're here?”

I say sarcastically “But I suppose that is unnecessary.” Arzen laughs once more, deeper this time. Nothing I say would ever faze this guy. It’d be best if I just don’t engage. And it does turn out to be like that. The rest of our walk is spent in silence. The Empress’ Palace is nothing like the underground library. Even so late in the evening, lamps light up the white marble façade of the palace. Maids and workers are still hurrying about, looking as alert as ever. A thought occurs to me suddenly.

Hence, When Chelsea entered the Rose palace she wasn't surprised to find it being delicately and perfectly build just like the love that the Emperor had for the Empress . The Empress was in her greenhouse, that was covered with roses , roses and many more roses . The rose bushes were piled so much inside it that they rose high up to the glass roof of the greehouse . When Chelsea saw the Empress, the latter was already sitting by her tea table , sipping lightly on her tea cup with her little pinky pointing out . " Blessings to the moon of the Empire " Chelsea hurried to greet the Empress, she didn't think that the Empress will be the first one who will arrive for their meeting .

He had quickly worked his way up the ranks and was now the chief butler of the Imperial Palace. - "Excuse me for disturbing you, Madam, but it will soon be time to leave for the Council of Kings. I would also like to remind you that afterwards, you will have lunch with your mother. Then to finish, you have the Council of Ministers". I sighed following the announcement of my schedule for the day. Being the Empress is not an easy task and sometimes I wish I hadn't become one. Nevertheless, caring for my people gives me a valid reason to feel useful, and I try my best not to make mistakes. Although every once in a while a mistake can be a positive thing. I waved to Kurt that he could go and wen

I just knew that there was a lot of colors and that they were insanely beautiful. I was brought to a castle that looked like it was made out of glass. It was stunning, but I wondered how comfortable it could really be. “State your name and purpose.” A merman guard commanded. “Lars, you know it’s us. Denize and Talise. We have with us an Empress that we think Prince Mako would like to meet.” Denize grinned. “An....Empress you say?” Lars asked “Empress Zelda. Nice to meet you.” I smiled.

A grand palace of pure white loomed before them. An elegant, young, and beautiful woman clothed in a white, traditional robe sat in the palace. She didn’t seem like an ordinary deity. Her easy smile was delicate as she greeted Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton. They glanced at each other before casting curious looks at the emperor. He merely laughed as he regarded them. “This is my wife. She’s also known as the empress in your realm.” Xyla was surprised to hear this.

But, life in the palace was different from popular perception - it wasn't all fancy dress, tea parties, and balls, nor was it full of sycophantic nobles. After the empress died, leaving no children, the emperor chose my mother as his consort. She was the daughter of a wealthy marquis and was known throughout the empire for her beauty. But, after giving birth to Princess Camellia, her only child from a loveless marriage, she died mysteriously. I have been rejected by everyone since I was born, leading the empire to mourn once again. The emperor's wife was poisoned, but no one investigated who committed such a terrible act against a young mother who had recently given birth to her daughter.

He nodded at Theodore as he spoke but immediately frowned the moment our eyes met. "Emperor Peralez awaits your visit," he scoffed, leading both of us inside the palace. The last time I was here was to see the infamous corpse princess. It was well known that the empress tried to murder her but failed due to her invulnerability. I was intrigued to the point I had to see the child myself. Twenty years had passed since I last saw her, and if she's still alive, I intend to have her as my bride.

“You cannot hold me. I am burning you.” “Let me burn.” The corridor opened in front of us, stretching toward the heart of the palace. Pillars tipped sideways. Shards of marble littered the floor. The air trembled with unstable power. The palace felt less like a building and more like a creature having its bones crushed from the inside. Kaelan motioned for silence and moved several steps ahead. The dark spellwork recoiled from him slightly, as if it could sense his connection to the royal line. “Marek,” I whispered as my magic surged again, “the closer we get, the stronger the pull becomes.”