The Tyrant's Beloved Empress Novelas e Histórias

But the empress with her short silky raven hair and foxy onyx eyes carried the beauty of a seductive temptress, luring those entrapped by her beauty into her spider web and manipulated them to do her bidding without them even realizing it. The emperor might not fully love Consort Elaria, but he held a great amount of affection towards her. Yet this affection was lost when the empress hosted a banquet, inviting nothing but women who carried significant influence in the nobility circle. The banquet was going fine until the empress coughed up blood and later passed out, causing the banquet to fall into chaos.

and who was poisoning his mind from where dis he got the idea of singing to his beloved to please her and get her to forgive you . " No , No , This one won't go . I know my believe must be rushing outside to meet me at this moment this noble one just need one more chance , we can't let her think we left " said the Emperor gazing at the rose palace with a rapt misty eyed expression " C'mon , Dante take it from the top !" If poor Lord Kaisen knew that the Emperor was busy wooing his beloved Empress back while his son wooed his daughter , who knows what would have happened to our dear prime minister .

They couldn’t help but feel their minds clearing up. “This must be the elixir of life!” Tyr’s heart skipped a beat. The emperor smiled at Tyr and said, “Tyr, I have given the elixir to you. We will meet again later.” As soon as the voice fell, ‘Emperor Martyn’ raised his head and gazed upward into the void. He stepped on a purple-gold coffin and soared all the way to the top, flying to the peak of the void instantly. Then he abruptly grabbed something from the void with his hands. He ripped the void apart with his bare hands, thus creating a massive hole.

"I heard that you had a meeting with the aristocrats." Talia sneakily grin with what the Empress said. "You've heard—" "Yes and you've been planning on bringing that concubine's son as the Emperor instead of my son. How dare you stand confidently in front of me?" the Empress yelled. One thing she doesn't like when talking is that when she's being cut off while talking. The Empress on the hand stunned when suddenly, Talia's aura darkened. Her emerald eyes were cold and her expression was like an empty page of a frozen book.

Seven announced with the utmost respect. But he wasn't done yet. He glanced at Meredith with a quick bow then at Serena before facing the audience once more. "And their wives, Empress Dowager Meredith Cavalieri Delgaard and Empress Serena Cavalieri Delgaard." A deafening silence descended on the hall as the weight of Seven's words rendered the crowd utterly speechless. The person they had disparaged and mocked was not just married to a wealthy man – she was royalty, an empress of a great and most feared nation.

Damian stared deeply at Enola, this time without a cynical smile. Enola got up from the sofa and walked gracefully towards Damian. Her gaze was sharp, but her smile was sweet. “And you like dangerous women, don’t you, Mr. Tyrant?” Enola arrived in front of Damian, and he pulled her waist closer until the distance between them disappeared. “Be careful, Enola. The fire you light could burn you.” Damian chuckled, but his eyes sharpened. Enola leaned her face forward as if to kiss Damian, but she quickly moved to Damian’s ear.

For the first time ever, she stopped me and said she wanted to work with me. I looked her over from head to toe, then reached out and pressed the back of my hand against her forehead, checking for fever and making sure she was not delirious, before finally asking, "You're Seraphina Vale?" That idiot. Of course, I did not say that last part out loud. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes. Later, I took that position, and she became my empress. However, my heart still felt uneasy. Every time she saw Dorian, her expression would turn sour. It was as if he were the only one in the world who could stir her emotions.

He told himself he had done worse before, and the empire had survived because of it. Still, the name echoed in his head. Sierralya. He pushed away from the table and crossed the room, stopping at the window. From here, the palace grounds looked calm. Orderly. As if nothing beneath them was rotting. As if there weren’t things buried so deep even he pretended not to remember them. “She’s my daughter,” he said aloud, to no one. The words didn’t change anything. “Dismissed.” The councilors filed out slowly. When the doors finally closed, he was left with just Caspian.

Had I not witnessed him taking a dislike to a handsome attendant, fabricating an excuse, and having the poor soul dragged off to be sold into a brothel, I probably would have been fooled by him too. If a man like that ever became the empress consort, it would be an absolute disaster for the empire. I wasted the best years of my youth here, finally climbing to the one position every man under heaven coveted. Bella had proclaimed to the entire world that I would be her only empress consort, and should I pass away, the throne beside her would remain forever vacant. At the time, I genuinely believed I was the happiest man alive, which was why I ignored the system's prompt when it offered to let

Yan Sha felt around again and found a soft bed that had been made up for her to sleep so she collapsed and fell into a deep dreamless sleep. As she closed her eyes she heard a faint clink, like something had opened. She knew she needed to be alert, but she was just too tired. The exhaustion more than she'd considered. =//= "Your highness what is the meaning of this? I have spent over fifteen years doing every command at your whim. My whole life is devoted to you. Please you cannot do this to the empress. The harem will not stand if there is no one to lead it. The imperial family must have order for the rest of the world to echo in the order of what should be heaven on earth here with