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 thinking?" she asked

bet you were wondering if I would ask you if we could do it here in the gardens, under the stars. Or maybe on the back of a horse as it trots around

me what is

to lay in bed with you.." He

She snorted.

can listen to the sound of our little

Beowulf?" she

direction of her stomach. Dissatisfied, he

highness." The mage

his head around and faced Sigrid again, the grimace was a smile. "The

said, picking up a fork to get started on the dinner that was being served by maids.

the name in a storybook that Ethan Ridley lent me. It was about a hero named Beowulf, he slayed monsters and dragons. I cannot think of a more heroic name than

smile on her face. Like she knew a secret or what he was up to. "Thank you, you look dashing

"I am a knight and knights don’t put on fat. Noble lords put on

of poses. But that was not enough, he turned his back to her and showed off those muscles too. "Muscle Sigrid, I am all muscle and I will have you know my lady that I am still as sexy

couple rushed to pick up the shirt and buttons at Jesting’s orders. Others run off

said we should prepare shoes and extra clothes just in case." Jesting

do you suppose prompted this?" A footman whispered to

valet shrugged. Without being able to hear what the couple was talking about, they were left