What Does Bastian Name The Empress Novels & Stories

Damn! "N-None," I stuttered and averted my gaze. "You are my last," I whispered. Being in a dark atmosphere was a blessing in disguise because I know, for sure, that I am blushing with embarrassment right now. He asked questions directly, thing that he inherited from his mother. "Khrystal . . ." he called softly. I bit my lower lip. "Hmm?" I chanted while not looking at him. Damn, I'm sweating! He's giving me a chance to get away. He gives me the decision if I keep our marriage declared.

"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."

Then, he tightly grabbed my wrist and loudly declared to everyone present, “This is my mate, Emily! I finally found her!” It was like a declaration of sovereignty. The old king with the crown spoke to Prince Leon in a hoarse and dignified tone, “So, she is your destiny’s mate?” At the same time, he looked at me with disdain. “This girl looks no different from an ordinary female wolf!” “Nick, we must accept the arrangement of Luna!” The woman looked up and said to me in a solemn tone. “Girl, turn your neck around and let us see the mark on you!” Gina combed my hair into a royal high bun.

she managed, still unsure but grateful for the Empress's kindness. Isabel's hands fidgeted nervously on the bed as her gaze flitted around the room before settling on the Empress. Despite the woman's kind demeanor, Isabel's confusion and anxiety were obvious. The Empress, noticing her unease, offered a reassuring smile and a light-hearted chuckle. "Please, call me Ilyana. Titles can be such a burden sometimes, don't you think?" Isabel's eyes widened at the informal suggestion, her lips parting slightly in surprise. "I-I don't know if I can... Your Majesty," she stammered, clearly uncomfortable with the familiarity.

The cheerful laughed coming out of those blood red lips made the girl stopped breathing for a while. "Hello. I am actually not the Blood Countess. I am Bathory Erzebeth for the first fifth of my natural life. But after that, I was more known as the Virgin Queen of B Empire, the last monarch from the House of Tudor. Nice to meet you, Princess of the East, my name is Elizabeth Tudor."

She queried. “Me? Look at you?” Bastian sounded amazed. He pointed his hand and Elsie veered around to see a lady standing at the other side of the street. “I am looking at her. I am admiring her beauty.” He disclosed. “How dare you!” Elsie yelled. Bastian stared at her, confused. “What? Can’t I admire someone because you are here? Did I know you? Who are you to me?” He stormed her with a long list of questions, and wanted to continue, but she interrupted him.

If he thought she looked like a goddess the last time he saw her, then there wasn’t yet a word to describe her right now. She was beautiful. “ I see you are already back from Switzerland Mr Kings.” She says as she walks into the office. Her hips swaying without effort. ‘ God damn this woman. ' “ I could say the same to you Emilia. Please, call me Liam. ‘ Mr Kings ‘makes it look like you’re referring to my father.” He says standing. She gives a small smile that doesn’t go unnoticed by Liam as she looks around his office. “ It is your name you know, whether it pleases you or not, people are going to call you by that name. “ She says.

He shrugs his shoulders like he sees me as nothing. "Please do not call me little princess again!" I find that worse than these guys staring at my damn body and drooling. Little princes! Who the hell does he think he is? "Is my conception of you wrong? If it is, please just say, but we all knew your mother was the queen and didn't get her hands dirty, and we all know you will follow her steps." "Mr Lewis, your conception is very wrong and off. You used the power of my name for immunity recently yet have the guts not to pay?" I look at him, trying not to get into an argument over stupid things right now, like him seeing me as weak.

Or maybe it was when she publicly humiliated me, calling me dull, virtueless, and unworthy of being her consort. There were too many instances to count. I couldn't remember, and frankly, I didn't care to anymore. Instead, I bowed deeply, performing the most formal royal salute. "I lack the virtue required for my position. I formally request to be deposed." My calm resignation only made Bella more furious. "Do you think I don't dare to do it? I've enabled you for far too long, which is why you're acting so brazen! "Guards! Drag the empress consort to the dungeons! Teach him some proper discipline!"

On top of that, why was he with her? What just happened? Did I not die? And if I didn't, then is Vanessa alive as well? Was it all a dream? Where the f*ck is Jonathan when you need him? Does he even know? Zane had many questions but to answer them, only the lady in front of him. "My name is Princess Vaani of Dharakand," she said proudly, eliciting a scoff from him. He would have believed her if she said she was Vanessa's long-lost twin, but this?