The Eyes Of The Emperor Romane & Geschichten

The game continues. One of the servants entered, knelt in front of the throne: "They are here." "Send them in," the emperor said without emotion. His eyes followed the servant as he left the throne room. The emperor stood up. The servant returned after a few moments, behind him a tall man slowly walked down the hallway. His gaze went from one column to the other.

… And as soon as the door closed behind them… The silence became heavier than outside. Iris took a moment to admire the room. It was larger than any room she had ever seen in the palace. A huge bed with dark velvet sheets. Tall decorated walls, and above the bed the imperial symbol: a dark blue dragon. The emperor stepped forward steadily, then stopped without turning around. Iris took a small breath, then quickly bowed: “Your Majesty… I apologize for what happened earlier, I swear I—” He suddenly turned and looked directly into her eyes for the first time.

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.

Under his gaze, I felt the tips of my ears warm. No one had warned me that he was not only powerful, but also impossibly handsome. Vincent's expression darkened instantly. He wanted to question it, to stop it. However, the moment his eyes met Matteo's icy gaze, every word got stuck in his throat. He recognized this man. Matteo De Luca. The one who could decide the fate of entire families with a single sentence at council meetings. Not someone he could afford to offend. The spotlight landed perfectly on us, making us the center of attention.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

"And no more princess. If less you accept, this princess is a badass and crazy and will kill every person you care for and love." "Consider me staying in line, princess." His words are quiet as I keep the point of the blade pressed firmly against his neck. My eyes on it, watching the tiny drop of blood run down his neck, my eyes slowly looking across her body as my breathing hitches. He is wild, and smells it as well. "Like what your eyes are eating princess?" His voice a growl.

He sighs, “All of my senses are stronger than most mortals, but your sight is possibly keener. I didn’t see that guy before you pointed him out.” She looks towards him, and feels the phoenix offer a better view. She closes her eyes, and looks away then allows her to do what she wants. When she opens her eyes again, the forest is much clearer. She can see the trees, and the three figures peering around trees in the distance. “Little One, your eyes are glowing.” She shrugs,

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

, I said. "We'll get there but right now". we had stopped walking now and we were at the foot of the stairs and he turned me to face him. "damn you look so cute with those fat ass eyes, you should cry more often". If I were white I'm sure I would have had heated cheeks like the girls in all those romance novels. "Beck Jameson and his words", another voice said spoiling our moment or whatever this was. You guessed it Ajani Blade. I saw anger fill Beck's eyes even before he turned to the face Ajani.