Novel & Cerita True Story Of The Empress

“My sister is a free spirit.” “I doubt that.” The prime minister narrowed his eyes, showing his hostility. “Are you saying I am a liar, prime minister?” The princess curled her lips, bemused. “You are not but she is fitting to be inside the palace, princess.” The princess arched her brow. “Why is that?” “Princess Dhia. Princess Shea was the emperor of the Underworld.” “You mean the empress?” She corrected him. But, the prime minister shook his head. “No, she is the emperor.”

“Hahaha! What a joke! A pitch-black birdman like you wishes to marry me? Even Africans look ten thousand times better than you.” Alex was surprised. "Empress, you actually know Africa?” Empress Ghast said, “Before I became Empress Ghast, I lived in Africa for a while and did business there.” “You actually did international trade over there?” “You’re overthinking. I was just searching for treasures and digging for gold there. I have a knack for treasure digging.” “Empress, let’s partner up next time.” “No need. I’m not short of gold right now.” “We can go to the Ancient Path to dig the Witch Mine.”

Then Eloy shooed the two emperors out and let himself out to let Shikhar have some privacy to feed his newborn. -----------------------

**** Within the palace, the air was thick with sandalwood incense. Lady Liudmila smiled softly as she considered the Emperor, who had summoned her despite his busy schedule. She couldn't help but recall the Empress's sharp words and biting sarcasm from the previous day. Lady Liudmila's expression became even more gentle. She knew that the Emperor appreciated her understanding nature, which was in stark contrast to the Empress's overbearing demeanor. Without fawning or attempting to seduce, she simply served quietly, creating an atmosphere of warmth and tranquility.

I had poured my heart and soul into this case, determined to make sure that no one else had to suffer as my mother did, and it seemed he was as laser-focused as I was. I read over one particular witness statement, and my stomach dropped yet again. I saw my mother's name in bold lettering: Emily Hartley. It was from a former employee of MID, someone who had been involved in the clinical trials for the drug. They had seen firsthand the devastating effects that the drug had on patients, but they had been too afraid to speak out. It wasn't until my mother's death made headlines that they finally found the courage to come forward. As I read through their statement for the second time, I noticed s

added the emperor confused. "Then where are the souls of princes and princesses?" asked Vladimir, he frowned. "I don't know," replied the emperor. "Look, do you know who poisoned them?" Vladimir asked again. The emperor nodded, "Yes, I know. The one who poisoned them was Empress Garzia." "As I thought, the cruel empress must have done it. She must have cooperated with the evil witch," said Vladimir very confidently and steadily. Hearing Vladimir's narrative, Emperor Edmund suddenly gasped, "What?? The Empress is cooperating with Greta?? Did I hear right??"

A painting peeked out from under the cloth that covered it. She edged to it and feeling Daegal’s eyes on her, took it off. It was a painting of a stunning woman whom she thought was Nezetta but with the detailing of the crinkles around her eyes, streaks of white in her hair, and brilliant hazel eyes, Naomi realized that it had to be the late Empress. Naomi studied the painting for a while before moving to the next. This time, it was a face she knew all too well. One that she wished to have back more than anything.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in my shivering form clad in torn clothes, the rumpled bed, as well as the freshly showered form of Xavier. “What the hell is going on here?!” she screeches. Her eyes do a once over around the room one more time before settling her poisonous gaze on me. My body shudders subconsciously from the venom spewing from her eyes as well as the clear knowledge of what she is capable of. With long, soft flowing hair, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places, legs going for miles, and a face that the goddess has obviously- t taken her time with, Bianca is an absolutely gorgeous woman.

"Mother... he didn't marry her." Her mother looked at the screen and then back at Zara. "Then the battle for the empire has truly begun, my daughter. If he is free, then Falcon Enterprises is the next move." Zara stood up, the tears from the roadside bench completely dry. She wasn't just a girl in a flat anymore. She was the Queen, and her King had just burned his world down to find his way back to hers.

"I have found that thing. The one who was kind to me when I had no kindness, the one who saved my life when all seemed lost… she will be my Empress." A heavy quiet fell in the room. Lord Valerius’s eyebrows went up a little, a hint of surprise in his usually calm face. General Thorne stayed still, his trained mind probably already figuring out the political effects, how people might react. "Your Majesty?" Lord Valerius finally asked, his tone careful. "An Empress? Forgive me, Sire, but who is this… person? We thought you were rescued by a regular person, someone living alone in the woods."