The Knight And Her Emperor Novels & Stories

Although Nalan Youxia was now an Immortal Tao expert, he was still delirious, and most of the time he was ignorant and muddled along. "The White-Robed Emperor is here again." An astonishingly beautiful young woman stared at the distant skies. Her features were very similar to Nalan Chu's of the past. In fact, she was also Nalan Chu. This body was refined from a strange stone of a mysterious entity, and it was just like a flesh embryo. In the distance. The White-Robed Emperor appeared, accompanied by the empress, Liu Lingzui.

The empress hadn't seen him before; her knowledge of him was a patchwork of distant reports and rumors. "Hmm. I had heard... Well, the rumors can't really be trusted. He doesn't look... cursed? No, unsettling, was it?" Her words were flat, as though she didn't care to put too much thought into it. "Yes. A hollow look." Plancina tilted her head slightly. "I saw it in his eyes... but now... something has changed. He looks less like a ghost in a tunic now. More fire." "Fire?" The empress raised an eyebrow, her tone dismissive, as if it didn't really matter. "He's just another descendant. One more rumor. Does it really matter what he is?"

Any other soldier within the city is slaughtered, anyone who tries to attack is slaughtered, all the inhabitants are rounded up in the city square, anyone who resists is slaughtered, everything is set on fire. The man in golden armour dismounts from his horse in the city square, he is surrounded by men in armour, all bearing emblems of a dragon. Just like the pin on the man in the hooded cloak. The King of Dion, his family and the entire members of court are dragged out from their holes and paraded before him. In that moment it dawns on Kiara that this is the Emperor. The King of Dion prostrates himself, with his face to the ground at the feet of the Emperor. “Have mercy, Oh Great Emperor.”

Asalan Enlim says dismissing them all. They filed out leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reach the door frame. They now again and leave closing the door behind them. Silence engulfs them in the room as Una takes in the features she had not yet seen in the room. The intricate designs and pieces laid out across the room made no sense to her at all. "Are you the emperor they speak of?" Una asked taking steps down the bed stand to stand in front of him. He might be the emperor here but she was not from this timeline. She knew nothing about her at all. "What year are you from?" The emperor asked her.

And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful. Her breath hitched. She looked ahead—and her stomach dropped. The Emperor and Empress stood at the center of the arena. Emperor Priam—forty-two, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair slicked back, his sharp jawline shadowed by a short beard. His presence was cold and overwhelming. His deep, unreadable eyes locked onto Alessia the moment she entered. Empress Ariadne—late thirties, poised as if carved from royal marble. Her hair, dark brown and intricately braided, glimmered with embedded moonstone pins. Her gaze held both intellect and scrutiny.

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”

Two. Then she inclined her head. Barely. “As you will, Commander.” A signal. One the room understood. But even as the Queen granted the moment, her voice laced its way through the air, soft and cutting. “It is rare,” She said, “to see a knight so moved. I suppose love softens even the sharpest edges.” Gideon didn’t rise to it. “Not softened, Your Majesty,” He said, turning from the table. “Just sharpened toward a worthier cause.”

A faint, unreadable smile played on his lips. "Amelia Quinn or should I say, Amelia Emiliano? Though I understand that name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth these days." "What is this?" I barked, tugging uselessly at the zip ties. "If you’re going to kill me to finally get Quinnix out of your way, just get it over with. I’ve already had my life stolen tonight, I don't have time for your games." Jared chuckled and gestured to one of the guards. "Cut her loose."

I protested, “Hey! How could you just bump into someone—“ But as I looked up, I saw him. The signature platinum blonde hair, perfect blue eyes, and very princely stance. It was the male protagonist— My thoughts were cut off as one of his knights drew his sword and pointed it at my neck. I felt a sharp sting as the blade is slowly piercing through my skin. The knight with brown hair looked at me, disgusted, and said, “How dare you come near the great Emperor Cadmus Hunter?” Another knight chimed in and mocked me, “It’s the cursed girl. Despite her family’s high status in the society, she’s merely a Lady. That red hair is unsightly! We might as well cut it.”

He says, straightening “I shall let you know once I’ve earned it.” Huh? I resist the urge to look at him. I do get what he’s trying to do, but shouldn’t he just ask away now that she’s saying it? Who knows how long it’d take for us to find the culprit behind the curse! “Very well,” The Empress hrumps, though I can tell she’s no longer angry “We shall discuss the finer details at a later time.” The Knight who was standing by the Empress’ side walks down the stage. Up close, he’s even a little taller than Zen, and built like a tank. If we were back in my world, this guy would be the definition of a Navy seal.