True Story Of The Empress Novels & Stories

“What’s bothering you?” It was hard to explain to anyone, even herself. One moment she was the Princess of the Romanovs, heir apparent to her father, and the next she was the soon to be Empress of the Westlands, wife of King Vasil. “If I were to list all of my problems, we’d probably be sitting here ‘til the New Year.” “That doesn’t mean you can’t try,” Cecily persisted. Emery emerged from the closet. Seeing that her two friends were having a moment together, Emery couldn’t help but dive onto the bed, propping her head up with her hands.

When the audience found the truth, they should feel terrified. The Empress was one of the most outstanding characters in this drama. On one hand, she had to endure the pain of sharing her husband with other women. On the other hand, she had to stand on her dignity. Even if she lost her son, she could not show her sorrow in front of others.

“Empress Cynthia would like to teach you a few new things; do not disrespect her; she has the right to punish you if you do anything stupid.” I nodded. “I would do no such thing.” She led me into her chambers, and my stomach churned. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “No.” I lied. “Do you know why I brought you here?” she asked. “No, Empress.” “I want to show you something. Have you ever wondered why the empresses stay young, even for decades?” she asked. “I have wondered, but I hear it’s a gift from the god of light.” “And that is correct.”

However, it is intriguing that a woman has accomplished this. We'd like to invite Mrs. Prof. Natasha McLean, the previous empress of the Green Eyes continent before we give the honor. Thank you so much, Prof. Haice Luve at the Cross City University of Science and Technology. Before I continue, I'd like to meet my husband, Professor Prince Peter Justice Maclean, Emperor of the Indo continent, and his twin sister, Dr. Princess Justice Maclean, my sister-in-law.

“Even in death, she mocks me! Me, the Empress of Ezealyra!” Alexa…Former Empress Alexa. She was a stranger, a nobody who happened to stumble in front of the former Emperor Nikolai during one of his expeditions across the continent. No one knew her origins but the moment Nikolai and Alexa met, they knew they were mates. Nikolai, being a man of his words, brought his mate and her maid along with him.

The original Empress, which is Regina, had her plots exposed and got her just desserts as she lost favor with the Emperor, and was dethroned and locked up. The new Empress, Priscilla, and the former Empress met up in the palace where she was confined, where the new Empress passed her a glass of poisoned wine for her to kill herself with. To hurt the new Empress one last time before her death, the former Empress revealed the true mastermind behind the deaths of the new Empress’ entire family all those years ago – the reigning Emperor himself. It was a contrived plot, but admittedly quite a twist, tugging on all the right heartstrings.

The only difference was that the man before her was missing his left arm. She opened her mouth to speak, but Gideon merely smiled. "Your Majesty, do I disappoint you like this?" She smiled as well. "You are a pillar of this nation, Gideon. You must take care of your health. The people of this land need you, and I need you even more." … 30 years later, a court historian was hard at work, writing furiously. The empress had governed with tireless dedication, ended the chaos of war, and revived the people's livelihoods. She was revered by all in the realm, yet she remained unmarried all her life and left no children.

Trix said in an attempt to change the topic. "Ah, yes. She was once wed to a roman noble. Although I cannot clearly recall who. But that was a long time ago my child. She is a true roman now. More even than those born in our land. She has loved and lived here." The empress answered. "Did she love the noble she was wed to?" Trix asked. "I believe so. They had a son even, but he was taken from her." This was news to Trix. She lived so long with this woman and yet she knew nothing about her life.

Devrim began. "Not you!" The queen almost laughed. "Of course we mean the Empress." "If you know I am the Empress, then you must know I am married to this man right here." She grabbed Devrim's hand. The king narrowed his gaze. "We assumed after your last deception that you would not try it again. I can see we were wrong. You humans may change your records to suit your purpose, but we have our own history-keepers. We know your real age and that you are unmarried. Your children are not yours. Brinn assures us that you and the 'Emperor Consort' are not intimate."

A contract with a signature and nothing more. Then the chapel doors open, and my carefully constructed certainty starts to crack. Her father steps in first, tall, proud, his hand curled protectively around her arm. Then I see her. Isabella Hart. My bride. For a moment, I forget to breathe. The dress should have looked ridiculous, heavy with lace and sequins, the kind of gown that makes a woman look like a doll. But on her, it doesn’t. The fabric hugs her waist, the neckline bares her shoulders, and the faint shimmer of beads catches the light. Her hair is braided into a knot, a few strands loose around her face. She looks untouched. Fragile, even.