The Empress In The Palace Novels & Stories

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa

The only sounds were the gentle rustling of leaves on the trees that surrounded the Palace, and the occasional chirping of birds. Inside the Palace, the halls were deserted, and the grand rooms were empty. The servants had all retired to their quarters, and the members of the royal family were nowhere to be seen. It was as if the Palace had been abandoned, left to the mercy of the elements. But, as the afternoon wore on, a figure emerged from one of the side entrances of the Palace. It was a young woman, dressed in a simple but elegant gown. She walked purposefully, her steps echoing through the empty halls.

She wanted to check up on him and see if he could adapt to the palace life! “Hmm?” The moment she entered, the Empress noticed that Darryl had stood by the table; she frowned discreetly. “All of you can leave now!” The Empress lifted her hand and signaled the palace maids to leave. The palace maids did not dare to defy her orders. They responded and left the bedroom. The Empress walked toward them, smiled at Quincy, and said, “Quincy, what is going on? Darryl is your Prince Consort; why are you not letting him eat?”

When Naomi made the mistake of thinking she was free from the delicious torture, he replaced his tongue with his member as he whispered the dirtiest things and she was almost certain that the entire castle heard her screams of ecstasy. “Empress?” Delia’s soft voice called, snapping her out of the racy thoughts that had her clenching her thighs without even realizing it. Clearing her throat, Naomi took a deep breath and focused on Delia who was no longer at the foot of the bed but by the bedside table. “Yes?” A glance to her left indicated Daegal’s absence. “Do you know where the emperor is?” “A joyous new year to you, Empress. The emperor instructed us to let you sleep in today while he atte

Then Scarlett slowly got out of bed and stepped closer to Alistair. The three of them went to the throne room and had a serious talk there, while the empress entered her room and planned something evil for the emperor and her two stepchilds "Princes, Princesses, you will soon die by my hands! Ha, ha, ha..." The Empress burst out laughing in front of the round mirror, she looked at the mirror with horror eyes and suddenly someone appeared from inside the mirror. "Your Highness, how are you? How is it going? Are they dead?" asked the woman in black.

Then, Emperor Frederick's gaze landed on the ballroom below the balcony, every single person in the hall bowed down. I hate to admit it, but this scumbag is really the most powerful man in the empire. *** I saw the empress standing at the end of the staircase in her gorgeous rich plum colored dress while I was going down the stairs with the emperor. She smiled proudly at me, and for some reason she even looked touched at seeing me and the emperor walking side by side. She's truly a strange lady. Well, it wasn't only the empress waiting for us. There you are, snotty princess.

I introduce. For once, I wish he wouldn't have worn black, and wouldn't look so intimidating and out of place. I swear, there must be something magical going on, because his eyes are a brighter shade of silver than ever before. "You're the Immortal Prince," Alexander marvels, sounding breathless. Hale's nose scrunches up. "People still call me that?" "You can go, by the way. Everything is okay here," I assure him, gently pushing his shoulder, hoping he will get the hint and let me resume the date.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in my shivering form clad in torn clothes, the rumpled bed, as well as the freshly showered form of Xavier. “What the hell is going on here?!” she screeches. Her eyes do a once over around the room one more time before settling her poisonous gaze on me. My body shudders subconsciously from the venom spewing from her eyes as well as the clear knowledge of what she is capable of. With long, soft flowing hair, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places, legs going for miles, and a face that the goddess has obviously- t taken her time with, Bianca is an absolutely gorgeous woman.

She stands so I lead her from the room towards the stairs. “The first floor is where we live, upstairs is for pack members that work in the house. Naturally this floor have the suites, while upstairs have many more bedrooms.” I’m trying to impress her with our house, not that it compares though. I was never allowed inside the palace, mum forbade me, said I’d disturb dad and break things… probably true. I just remember how grand it was from the outside, the white brick, the towers that reach high into the air, I never could comprehend its size.

Her voice was curt. "It's concerning the adjustments you made a..." She nodded and walked away. It was the usual so Elva wasn't bothered. The hundreds of hectares that made up the palace grounds were swarming with armed guards. Countless changes had been made but Elva felt the changes within the Empress was slowly becoming permanent.