What Does Bastian Name The Empress Novels & Stories

he said, voice lowering, “you think you can be arrogant now that you’re married? Don’t forget who fed you when you were young.” I set down the scissors and looked at him. “The Sorrentos fed a bastard daughter for eighteen years. I remember that debt. I’ll calculate it.” He stepped forward and reached for my arm. His hand never touched me. The door opened from outside, and he was knocked back two steps, barely catching himself against the table. Sebastian stood at the entrance, still in his coat, raindrops clinging to the fabric. His gaze moved from the butler’s hand to his face, and the room seemed to grow colder.

Reading was his favourite thing to kill time, another one of the few things we had in common. Bastian looked towards my mother, who by now was smiling ear to ear. Despite her reputation, Bastian made her someone soft and emotional when he was around. If they were Fae, I'm sure that they would have been mates. A low whistle whispered through the dining room as Bastian took a step closer to my mother. His eyes never left her, occasionally roaming up and down her body. I blushed at the look and looked away. They could get very intimate very fast, but the same could be said about fights between them. "You look as regal as the day I left you," he whispered, no doubt making my mother blush as well

It looked really nice. "Please do well to treat Astris with the utmost care and respect. She is warm and will answer any questions you have." Mother turned to shake her vine hand. I felt someone come up behind me. "You're late." I muttered to Cedric. "Sorry, babe. I got distracted." He whispered. "It won't happen again." "Good. An Emperor is never late." "Yeah, I know. Can a future Emperor still get the future Empress on her knees?"

Then she turned to Bastian and smacked his arm. "What was that for?!" he growled. "For being an ass!" She glared at him. "You don't have the right to criticize her! Have you found anything about this Telum-something company she told you about?!" "No." "Exactly!" Emily roared. "So give the girl a break!"

I explain before Emanuel clears his throat "Highness... She doesn't go by Empress..." He corrects and I roll my eyes "The packs are like kingdoms with-" I argue. "Emi... She doesn't want to go by Empress... You can ask the Hybrid Alpha when you meet him..." Emanuel chuckles as I smile a giddy smile.

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

“I would rather beg strangers for scraps. I would rather die than crawl back to you. You are nothing but a bastard, Laurent! A selfish, cruel bastard who ruins everything he touches!” He shook me, hard enough to rattle my teeth, and my knees buckled. A deep voice cut through the air, steady and sharp. “The lady told you to let her go.” Hayes. I turned my head and saw he was already closer to where we stood, his body still but his eyes locked on Laurent with an edge I hadn’t seen before. Laurent’s grip on me loosened slightly, though his body stiffened. He turned his head slowly, his expression curling into something ugly.

The terrified baby writhed and clawed and bit at the stranger taking him from his mother. “Pull me up!” Ellis called. “No!” the woman made a desperate grab and caught Ellis’s arm. “Don’t leave me here.” “I promise, I won’t. I’ll be right back. Let go, okay?” The woman still clung to her, fear overriding logic. “Listen to me. What is your name?” “Anna,” she sobbed. “Anna, I’m the Empress,” she said. “And the Empress never breaks promises. I can’t.”

CHAPTER 34 ZELIA LOOK so shock when she uttered his name out of nowhere, unconsciously. While His Majesty was also shock at the same time happy that she remember his name. He hugged her tightly as he kissed his temple. "Thank you for remembering my name. So what else you could remember?"Emperor Valerian asked her. "Your full name Valerian Ross Dynasty. That's all that I can remember. But how come that I could remember your name? Does this mean that the one whom you meet is me? What the hell is going on?"Zelia asked continuously.

“And yet, I will admit that when I first heard my name spoken by the elders, I was . . . surprised.” Gasps rippled through the noblewomen. “The emperor and I had not yet met,” she continued. “I was young, trained in courtly ways, and I knew that my family’s bloodline made me an ideal match for an emperor—but to be chosen by fate itself? That was a different matter.” A hush fell over the table. “And when you did meet, Your Majesty?” Lady Astrid pressed. The empress’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “The moment we stood in the same room, we felt a connection. Our first marking is incredibly amazing.” She tilted her wrist slightly, revealing a flawless, iridescent mark that shimmered under th