What Does Bastian Name The Empress Novels & Stories

“Frost, is everything okay?” F-Frost? The only person who called me that was… Taking the courage to open my eyes, I slowly lifted my head and looked at the person in front of me. It was Lansford. I let out a breath of relief when I saw his annoying face and just slapped his hand away. He almost gave me a heart attack with how similar his voice was to Ciel. “I am okay. Leave me alone,” I said before grabbing the blanket and covering myself. Letting him see me scared and vulnerable like this was too embarrassing and he might just take advantage of me. I would never let a mere human like Lansford gain control over an immortal like me.

“Butler? Hm… let’s see. What’s the name of the butler here again, Sh… hmm? What’s that?” The puzzled and confused face of Lixien was visible. She had a very innocent face that one could mistake her as a kid rather than the Empress of the country. “Your Majesty, his name is Shourin Dreyt. You can call him Rin in short.” “Ah! That one, teehee, I forgot about it.” Rin frowned. When did the Empress have that innocent face? And when did she start acting like an innocent person? Or does she think she could be friends with Lyla using that trick? With that thought, Rin almost giggled and prayed that Lyla wouldn’t fall for Lixien’s cuteness.

Bastian Her uncertainty was precious. "But a moment of pain-a lifetime of ecstasy." She looked around the field. "Will you take me here?" "I leave the choice to you. Here, or in ten minutes, a bed." Her smile grew and I would swear it blocked the sun. She was my sun... bright, beautiful, mine. "Here, dragon." "My name is Bastian." "Here, Bastian. I fear this, let us get it over with."

He tried to guess what had actually happened after he left the philosopher's stone with Alban, that they now worshipped him as the Sun God. *** The bustle of the capital that day marked the approaching time for the engagement of the Crown Prince and a woman who suddenly appeared in the capital—this time, with the Emperor's permission. Coming from a relative of the Euclase Imperial Family, the Beryl Family who did not inherit Dragon blood like the Euclase Clan, Ezra Beryl claimed Euclase's name as the new Empress Candidate. Then, it was announced that Ezra was the new Saintess.

“A joyous new year to you, Empress. The emperor instructed us to let you sleep in today while he attended a council meeting. It is almost noon and there is to be a hunt before the commencement of the ball tonight.” The ball! How could she have forgotten? Naomi almost smacked herself. She threw the blankets off and climbed out of the bed. However, Naomi’s legs were still wobbly so she found herself crashing into Delia who despite her slight frame, surprisingly caught her well. “Are you alright, Empress?” Amani asked as she helped Delia steady Naomi who blushed and waved them off. “I am just tired. Do not worry.” Amani took one long look at Naomi’s face, disheveled hair, and bite marks that de

Benedict responded with an irritated eye roll. Jorge Absom, King of Trudid, who had spoken earlier, chuckled and said, "The baby hasn't been named yet. Empress Camila, as ladies go first, would you like to choose a name for her?" Camila Presling, Empress of Hornsey, was a woman of elegance and nobility. But one should never underestimate her for being a woman, for she was also a highly skilled warrior. "Let's name her Penelope." "Penelope Ranwell. That's a lovely name," Benedict remarked with a broad smile.

He looked towards Matteo. "You get your revenge." Then he looked at Luca. "You get your throne. Finally, a kingdom for yourself. And I get mine." My eyes wandered to him. "What do you get?" The room grew quiet. For a moment, Bastian simply stared at me. Then he smiled. "I get to erase the Romano name." He walked towards the window and looked out over the warehouse. "For years... My family bled while the Romanos prospered. My father buried his children."

a loud female voice shouted. “Ok…” a very young Ren murmured as he looked up at the distressed face of one of his mother’s personal maids. “Please keep your voice down. The Empress…is busy…” the maid said as she placed a finger to her lips. “Oh…but I want to see mother. She’s here, isn’t she?” Ren said enthusiastically. “Yes…but...you see, the Empress is busy…so…” the maid said hesitantly as she tried her best to come up with an excuse.

Bastien opened it, and inside was a beautiful crown, adorned with emeralds and diamonds—it looked like a princess’s crown. “Bastien, it’s beautiful.” “I had it made for you to wear with the veil on your wedding dress. I chose emeralds because your green eyes are like emeralds, shining like jewels.” “How sweet, Bastien. I had no idea how I was going to make the headpiece; this is gorgeous. I don’t know how you do it, but you always think of everything.” “Remember I worked as your assistant when I was only ten. I just improved my ability to read your mind and know what you might need.” Bastien placed the crown on her head; it fit perfectly. He looked at Kate’s face, her eyes shining.

Everyone who heard the Consort called their soon to be Emperor in his first name had the same thought. 'Consort Han is soon to be our Empress.'