The Empress In The Palace Novels & Stories

“Give me five.” “Don’t be long,” Sophia said when she picked up. “They’re watching the building. Be careful.” “Always,” Elara lied. She did not want Sophia to hear panic. Her voice came steady. “I’ll be down.” She packed fast. Each motion had the calm of someone leaving a station for good. A sweater, two dresses, the blue case Sophia told her to bring—papers, an extra passport tucked inside. She wrapped the child’s small blanket and tucked it into the case last, feeling both shame and fierce hope.

It was better to accept reality than to put up a desperate, futile fight. Word got out that Harry had "accidentally" dropped the royal seal from his robes at the party, sending everyone in the courtyard to their knees in respect. Even though he explained I had merely given it to him for safekeeping, every guest knew exactly what it meant. It was the prelude to a new empress consort. The next day, Jindale was buzzing with rumors. The threshold of Johnston Manor was nearly broken by the sheer volume of visitors rushing to flatter the future empress consort.

The next morning a letter arrived at the Batternberg mansion as promised . "Master it's a letter from the palace ." Seilin looked up from the documents as Benjamin walked in the room. "The empress ?" Seilin thought it much too early for it to happen . "No the emperor , master ." "What ? The emperor ?" Seilin took the letter and ripped it quickly . After reading it she sat down with a serious face . "What is it master ?" "The emperor said .... the queen wanted to see me at her palace. " "The queen ? But I thought she doesn't meet with anyone anymore. "

She wasn’t even sure if she could dare to hope. The white stone reliefs carved into the walls and ceiling of the palace interior told the story of the Empire’s history. The beginning wasn’t located here, but this hallway that led in from the courtyard told the story of the Emperor meeting his dragon for the first time, a great golden marvel with wings that spanned such a great breadth that it took up the entire wall from one wingtip to the other. Too bad that she couldn’t linger long enough to see more; the colonel was striding along too quickly for her to examine anything in depth.

I tried to calm myself by closing my eyes and stabilizing my breathing before looking at the person who walked out of the carriage. She's wearing a blue uniform which is very different from the typical white suit of a maid. Maybe a uniform symbolizes which castle is a servant working under. She walked directly in my direction and didn't bother to bat an eyelash on me. She inspected the area with her face filled with disgust. My palace is not dirty though, it is just modest compared to the Empress's extravaganza so mine would look plainer than hers. "Empress Diane wants to see you in her palace tomorrow." No greeting, no courtesy, no usage of formal language--- my blood is starting to boil fr

"I will obey, Your Majesty." The Emperor stared at her for a long moment before turning away, leaving the Empress alone in the large, cold room. She swallowed her anger, but her eyes couldn't hide her resentment. After the Emperor left, the Empress sat down, gripping the edge of her robe tightly, her mind filled with complex thoughts. "Ethan, what have you discovered already?" she whispered, her gaze becoming resolute. "Let's see what you can do." Outside, the night wind blew, rustling the silk curtains. The moonlight cast fantastical shadows on the walls. In that quiet space, the undercurrents of the palace continued to surge.

“I’m sure everyone has found a roommate by now. Follow the servants inside, they will show you to your quarters.” Of course, I was the last to find someone willing to share a room with me, for a few days. Hilda must have picked me because all the others were taken. We follow the crowd through the massive entrance. The palace interior is no less dazzling than its exterior, high vaulted ceilings, carved archways brimming with gold, and opulent furniture. It is exactly as I expected, a little paradise. Up ahead, Heather stride confidently at the front and asks Lady Eleanor, “If I may, when will we get to meet the Emperor?”

the duchess asked with a smirk. However, the empress thought otherwise. Her instinct was simply telling her not to celebrate too early and let her guard down because it would surely make her vulnerable. As much as she wanted to know how true the rumor was, she could not get a hold of any reliable information because the workers in the Euthoria Mansion seemed to be just telling nothing but false statements. Besides, a part of her believed that this was simply a stunt that Emery was playing in order to play with her thoughts.

However, Mairwen had begged her to hand over the letter, and she could not refuse. Devrim scanned the page and grew pensive. "Thank you," he responded, much to Brinn's relief. He tucked the paper inside his shirt. "I must at least go and see Aurora." "I think both the women in your life have thwarted your efforts, Your Majesty," Zan chuckled as he pointed back towards the palace. Unable to get a wheeled chair down the stairs without tremendous effort, the Empress had opted to be carried to the courtyard on a raised pallet. Despite the pallid look of her skin, there was a distinct smirk on her face. "You should be in bed!" Devrim ran to her as they lowered the bed.

It was really crowded. Cristine made the decision to send them to her medical facility. In her hospital, yes, you heard it. "Empress Medical Center" is the name of her hospital. In the underworld, she's known as Empress. Exclusively for her members, there were free services. An old guy she accidently saved gave her this hospital. Is she making the right decision in bringing them to her hospital? ... A/N: I was just thinking about how congested public hospitals are. Even without the pandemic, it was extremely crowded.