What Does Bastian Name The Empress Novels & Stories

"So have you finally thought about my proposal?" the sister of the emperor, who was formerly known as Princess Analize was now Duchess Orden, said to Arthur in the imperial palace who was currently sitting on the large chair as the emperor while she sat for the guest's seat "Are you sure you want this? I think Duke Maxwell's eldest son Damon was against the idea of tying him up with my daughter knowing how he reacts when my daughter gets overly obsessive towards him" Arthur, the emperor, said worrying about his daughter's behavior

said the Empress bringing Chelsea out of her thoughts . " Your majesty, I don't quite understand " said Chelsea . Beaming slightly The Empress took a sip from her tea and asked an awkward question from Chelsea " If he truly loved her , do you think he would have ever slept with another woman not once but a couple of times and ended up birthing you ?"

She rolls her eyes, ''Never underestimate the queen, Emery France Van Allan. I cringe after hearing her say my full name because I rarely hear anyone say it. It would always be Emery or Prince Emery of Cambridge. Then, we both turn to see the woman with dark blonde hair standing near the bedroom door as she watches my mother and I with confusion, ''I'm late, I should go.'' She says, walking towards the front door after pecking onto my cheek. My mother watches the whole thing with glares but as soon as she's out, I peck onto mother's cheek, ''You must've learned something after years of staying by yourself.'' She says.

he began, his voice unhurried and deliberate, "Did you just say that my Empress has been keeping your daughter from you?" Cedric and Seraphina went rigid. "The... The Empress?" Cedric raised his head, his gaze falling on Mother, the blood draining from his face. "She... She..." "She is my Empress. The lady of the court, and the only one in this kingdom who holds that title." Father spoke each word with precision. "And that child."

It did not give him what he wanted—her fear. He left without asking a name. He walked down the street and his eyes lingered on the cottage where she slept. For a moment he looked like any man with a purpose, and in that look was a question that could wake old storms. That night the sea was loud. The moon was a thin coin. Elara sat on the steps and held her belly and felt the child move slow and strong. She breathed with it, naming the small life for safety—Anna in her head, or maybe Jonah, depending on how the world tilted.

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.

A grand palace of pure white loomed before them. An elegant, young, and beautiful woman clothed in a white, traditional robe sat in the palace. She didn’t seem like an ordinary deity. Her easy smile was delicate as she greeted Xyla Quest and Stanley Batton. They glanced at each other before casting curious looks at the emperor. He merely laughed as he regarded them. “This is my wife. She’s also known as the empress in your realm.” Xyla was surprised to hear this.

I'm a prince who is not only loved but revered and I have a lot of money too, if you want, I can tell you all about it when we meet. Freya was very impressed. She had already liked Bastian the moment she saw him. The fact that he was a prince and had so much money was a great bonus. She lay on her bed and curled her hair with her fingers as she asked, "so tell me, handsome prince, are you married." "Hell no," Bastian replied. "I'm the most single man alive." Freya chuckled, "well that makes two of us because I am the most single girl alive."

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me, Ced?” Bastian and I have gotten a lot closer so when we’re in private, he calls me by my name. Or in this case, the nickname he gave me. “Bastian, I have a mate. I don’t care how attractive this woman is, I need to focus on finding my dragon.” “You’re loss. She’s beautiful AND smart.” “Trust me, she won’t hold a candle, or a flame, haha, to my mate.”

Mother? “ I missed you every single day, my princess,” the emperor hugged me. I hadn't noticed when he got up. “ Wait a minute, I don't know what you all are talking about. My name is Eira not Cleo. I think you've gotten the wrong person,” I apologized, pulling away from the hug. “ Not with that hair and color. Only a member of the royal family has this look,” the emperor stated. “ Do you get it now?” The empress took my hands in hers. “ You are back where you belong. You are our daughter and the crown prince of Azurethra Empire.”