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.

do you know what I am thinking?" she asked

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 the castle. Perhaps the edge of the moat, right

she laughed. "Tell me what is on your mind. What do you wish

in bed with you.." He

She snorted.

on your stomach such that I can listen to

is Beowulf?" she

in the direction of her stomach. Dissatisfied, he grimaced and looked back.

it, your highness."

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

on the dinner that was being served by maids. "When did our

Ridley lent me. It was about a hero named Beowulf, he slayed monsters and dragons. I cannot think of a more heroic name than that for our son." He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table and looked into her eyes. "Did I

look dashing yourself. You are wearing one of the silk shirts I chose for you

knights don’t put on fat. Noble lords put on fat, knights put on muscle. I will

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

as they could not hear the conversation between the couple rushed to pick up the shirt and buttons at Jesting’s orders. Others run off to

said we should prepare shoes and extra

suppose prompted this?" A footman

valet shrugged. Without being able to hear what the couple was talking