What Does Bastian Name The Empress Novels & Stories

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?"

“Forsterite Livine.” Hearing my name made her eyebrows almost meet in the middle of her forehead. “I never heard that name before. Well, I am not surprised as you looked like some little country girl lost in the city.” Whatever she was saying, she probably thinks that she was hurting me but arguing with her seemed too tiring to do. I watched her harden her expression when she looked at Lansford who seemed to be unbothered at what was happening in front of him. Talk about shameless, huh.

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!"

“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

the woman looked flustered, almost knocking over the jug of water in her hands. "Not at all, it's just that I'd like to call you by name since you've been looking after my needs since I arrived." The maid's face flushed. "My name is Bianca, Your Highness." I gently touched Bianca's hand and she smiled. Weeks passed and I had no news of William. I was worried because time was running out, the emperor would soon summon him to war and I would be accused of treason. I fell to my knees beside my bed one night and begged the goddess Eonora for the first time since I had returned in time.

“Someone might think you’re human.” “Shut up.” My words are sharp, clipped. He tilts his chin toward her as she walks closer. “She’s stunning, Dante. Admit it.” “I said shut up.” My fists clench tighter. He chuckles softly, low enough that only I catch it. “Your mother was right. This might not be such a bad thing, or a curse like you see it.” I glare at him, cold enough to cut glass. “One more word, and I’ll replace you as best man before the priest opens his mouth.”

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.'