The Romantic Trials Of A Transmigrated Empress

Chapter 331: What should a royal child be named?

Sigrid was surprised to see the dinner arrangements in the gardens. Fireflies had been collected and placed in jars, tied to ropes and places around the flowers. It was a very beautiful sight to see. The stars in the sky and sound of crickets chirping made it all seem so natural and so romantic.

It looked like a date in a desert, just without the sand. But there were canopies, pillows, lights and lots of flowers. There was even a bed, prepared for when Sigrid was tired of sitting on the chair.

"Wow!" Sigrid exclaimed.

Standing beside her, Roland beamed with pride. It was almost as if he had planned it all and executed it himself.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"It is very beautiful Roland," she looked around, laughing lightly. "Wow! I love the canopy and the lights and the pillows and the fact that we are alone."

All the servants gave her side eyes or pretended not to hear her. There was no such as alone for the royal couple, servants and knights were always within a few feet of them. Like now, they were only five feet away from the canopy. Even Jesting was there was there but he was sitting as he could not stand for long hours.

Roland pulled out a chair for her and welcomed her to sit. "I am so glad to have you back home. I also know that forgiveness is a process so I will not push you. We can take things one step at a time. But, there is something that I would like to do later at night."

Sigrid’s eyebrows crept upwards slowly. Here we go again, she thought. Where did he want to enjoy some risky sex tonight?

"It is not what you are thinking." he told her, with a lazy smile on his face.

know what I am

face mean. I bet you were wondering if I would ask you if we could do it here in

me what is on your mind.

in bed

She snorted.

that I can listen to the sound of our little Beowulf." His

Beowulf?"

direction of her stomach. Dissatisfied, he grimaced and looked back. "Alistair,

highness."

and faced Sigrid again, the grimace was a smile. "The sound barrier

dinner that was being served by maids. "When did our little peanut get a name and were was I

cannot think of a more heroic name than that for our son." He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table and looked

you, you look

knight and knights don’t put on fat. Noble lords put on fat, knights put on muscle.

abruptly and ripped the shirt off, showing his very well built chest and stomach muscles. He even raised his arms, folded his biceps and made a couple of poses. But that was not enough, he turned his back to her and showed off those muscles too.

pick up the shirt

shoes and extra clothes just

do you suppose prompted this?" A

being able to hear what the couple was talking about,