What Does Bastian Name The Empress Novels & Stories

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?

“Huh?” “Call me Alex, when we’re alone like this.” Bella nodded. “Okay.” Crown Prince got up and got dressed. Bella was stretching and groaning. He pulled her into his embrace. “Ah,” yelped Bella. “Keep making those sexy noise and I will take you again.” “Then I’m sure the Emperor and Empress will have your head.” Crown Prince chuckled and put his head against her. He said with reassurance, “They wouldn’t dare hurt me for I am their most beloved son. I’m the one who is born in the year of the dragon, destined to be Emperor. They wouldn’t do anything to upset me.”

"Greetings, young Lady Callia and Viscount Dernst," I say hello to the two people who were surprised by my abrupt entry into their conversation. A woman named Callia appears respectable and is dressed in yellow. Since she attracted the emperor's attention, she has been the empire's, favorite woman.

Stefan does not flinch upon being hit. If it was anyone else, he would have killed that person on the spot. But the woman is not an ordinary peasant he can bully. She is Venus Viskander, the Empress of Ezealyra and the chief consort to the Emperor, His Majesty Eduard Vissarion. Her dark eyes are reprimanding him for his failure to stop the Crown Prince.

He was trained to be Sebastian's aide since he was a child which actually helped him to gain the title of Count at a young age. "Natalia!" The blonde exclaimed as soon as he saw her, rushing forward to hug her. She glared at him, hitting her fan on his head. He stopped, pouting but waiting obediently. "I am no longer Lady Natalia but Grand Duchess Natalia. You can't touch me carelessly" "But Bastian can touch you" "Bastian is my brother, idiot. Please sit down gently so we can talk properly"

She can't think of anyone who has the same appearance as the man, or she's simply too disoriented right now. He smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm your answer, Empress." Cristine's uncertainty persisted. She has no trust in this man. She is more likely to trust her instincts than a total stranger. He replied, with sympathy for Cristine, "You still haven't changed, my empress, you are still you, weak." Cristine was at a loss for words. She's not sure if she should just kill him now or torture him first. Cristine chuckled. "You're so arrogant?" she joked.

“You may not have heard or seen me before, but you can call me Claus.” “C-Claus… My name’s… Emery. Emery Trigon, the daughter of the kingdom’s prime minister.” Her choice of words and actions looked weird for the emperor, leaving him wondering what could have happened to her. But before asking anything else, he guided her back on the bed for her not to strain herself anymore. Looking around the room, Emery felt enstranged since the place was not familiar and none of the people around her were someone she knew. “About His Majesty you were mentioning before, who is he?” the emperor finally asked since his curiosity was getting into him.

he muttered and she fell silent. "Your life isn't tied to me," she replied finally, "do not say such again." "Then stay safe, stay safe for me," he begged. "I will, I will, Bastian," she whispered. Minerva stomped her foot quietly on the ground, watching far away as Julian peeped in on the empress and lord Sebastian in their quarters. "Why must he be so nosy?" She grumbled and finally went away when he showed no signs of leaving. "I knew it," she muttered to herself, "I knew he was going to take the life of the late emperor. What kind of a son is he? He has no respect for family, not even his father or wife."

Vitali winks at me. “Babe, he’s the Emperor, I wouldn’t be so sure,” says Eric wrapping his arm around Vitali. “I wouldn’t let him throw you in the dungeon, Vitali,” I say shaking my head furiously. “See? What do I need to worry about the Emperor for when I have the Empress in my corner? Thank you, my Lady,” Vitali bows, taking my hand and kissing the back of it, causing my cheeks to burn scarlet. “Kiss ass,” Tyson coughs.

Bastien had no authority over her. He was neither an officer nor did he hold some bloated rank in the Emperor’s court, and his only purpose here was to acquire dragons. An old man with a young face who fancied himself an innovator, a laughing jester who thought himself so high above everyone else just because he had been gifted with immortality obtained from dragons. And where was his dragon, anyway? What noble creature was so unlucky to be bonded to a man like Bastien? She ached for whoever it was, felt their pain as real and sharp as if they were shackled and bound before her very eyes.