Theodora Actress Empress Novels & Stories

I am not a slave, and I will never accept that. "She is a very beautiful one! Where did you get her from?" An emperor asked as Theodore sighed. "Does that really matter?" Theodore asked in disgust. "Yes, it matters if we have to buy her!" The empress sitting by the emperor's side said as my eyes shone in shock.

"I know you may be lonely. But just think about your actions. What will His Majesty think when he finds out about this?" With a faint smile, Aurora shrugged and looked at the figure laying next to her on the bed. "What do you think of my actions, Your Majesty?" Devrim sat up and wrapped his arms lovingly around his wife. "I am actually pretty pleased if I am being honest." Candela lifted her head. "Emperor Devrim!" she cried. "I had no idea you had returned." "Obviously." The Empress covered her grin with her hand. "I am so sorry." Candela stood, curtsied, and ran mortified from the room.

“Or should I say, you already ran out?” “Lady Athena, luck has nothing to do with the situation.” Lady Serena eyed Emery with hidden contempt underneath that professional smile of hers. “It is only putting Lady Emery back to her place, since from the very beginning, she is not qualified to become the empress. It will only stain the reputation of the emperor and even the empire.”

answered Drystan. Inside the palace, Empress Cordelia greeted them. She was the mother of Prince Drystan. She had just been appointed Empress to replace Isabella who had died. Previously, she only had the status of a king's consort and lived in the queens' palace together with Queen Melisa. Queen Melisa was the emperor's fourth wife and the mother of Prince Eric. Cordelia and Melisa were good women, but they had great envy of Empress Isabella, because Dario loved Isabella more, and often ignored them. If they could say the truth, then they would say they were happy with Empress Isabella's death.

The choice she made today would shape not only her own destiny but the fate of the kingdom, now that she has accepted her true identity. As the anticipation in the air reached a peak, Empress Ilyana, who had been seated on an elevated dais overlooking the southern grounds, slowly rose from her throne. Her movements were graceful, yet they carried the authority of someone who had ruled the empire with strength and wisdom. Dressed in rich, flowing robes of deep crimson and gold, adorned with intricate patterns that symbolized the empire's strength and longevity, she was a vision of regal dignity. The crown upon her head glittered in the sunlight, its jewels a testament to her station.

"He trained you to be a warrior, didn't he?" With tears in her eyes, she nods. "But I'm not half of what he wanted me to be." The two plunge into an uncomfortable silence once again, both lost in their own thoughts... And losses. "Well..." He speaks again. "Ynora Deanna was a High Empress who dominated almost every kingdom in the world. She created demon colonies and also territories in several countries, establishing her dominance once and for all and ruling all her subjects with an iron fist." "Demonic colonies?"

Theodore seemed to be enjoying it but I was rather annoyed why Emperor Peralez had his daughter entertain us. "Isn't she talented my king?" Theodore beamed in smiles after the finished her little dance. "Send for your father." I ordered as she bowed. "Yes my lord." She gasped as bead of sweats crowded her forehead. Theodore's eyes seemed to linger on the young girl, I will admit she was attractive, looking exactly like her mother in her prime but she wasn't the reason i was at Peralez.

A small smile played on his lips, “You were once my role model," he said, calm as a man who has all the time in the world. “Authoritative. Powerful. And you didn't give a shit.” He walked closer. “And most importantly, you never hesitate to tell people where they belong. I wonder what happened to that Queen.” Theodora's eyes widened in anger, her lips twitching in restrained fury. Her breathing hard. “You will pay for this,” she growled, maintaining eye contact with him.

Lansford instructed. I did what I was told to do but when I opened the door, it was not Lydia. It was another woman and judging from how she stared daggers at me, I could clearly tell that she was mad as hell. She was taller than me so it was infuriating that she was looking down on me. Just like Lydia, this woman was slim and the dress she was wearing just screamed sexy and pretty right on my face. Nevertheless, since it was not Lydia, I stepped aside to let her in before shutting the door closed.

PRINCESS DACIANA “Your Grace, the final ten await your presence,” the Stewart murmured. My heart drummed steadily beneath my corset, each breath restricted to shallow sips of air, you couldn't blame me for being nervous this was my husband we were talking about. The next King to the throne my parents wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice me for. I wasn't really one to be considered for the position as Queen though I was trained since I learned how to walk the principals of being Queen yet I believed I would never make the cut.