Aesthetic Royale High Outfits Novels & Stories

As a result, he left the procession, which included everyone except him. I smiled triumphantly when Alora was disappointed; she thought he would leave with them without me. I knocked my heels on the stairs vigorously, and he turned his head towards me. His eyes shone with admiring glances, looks that he struggled to hide but failed to. His eyes wandered over my royal dress. It was a long beige dress with long sleeves and a closed chest, and from his shoulders hung a silk fabric resembling butterfly wings. I lifted part of my hair, and the rest fell on my shoulders, and I put a little of the blush I used to make from natural flowers over the bones of my cheeks and lips.

his warm breath fanned against my neck. “Ryder,” my uncontrolled breathing affected my speech. He pulled away from me instantly, much to my disappointment. “I’ll have you all night,” he declares, stepping back from me and his words sending a shiver of excitement across my body. I took a hurried shower and dressed up in a haste, dreading my meeting with the werewolf king again. I tried to keep my outfit simple, yet classy. For every time I have seen the king, I made sure to take extra care with my dressing. Appearance mattered a lot to the royals.

The dress's daring neckline and thigh-high slit were a deliberate display of assertiveness and dominance. The third girl carried herself with an air of condescension, and her appearance mirrored her disdainful attitude. Her brown hair was styled impeccably, each strand in place, and her icy blue eyes observed everything with a critical eye. Taylor wore a form-fitting, silver dress that sparkled under the bathroom lights. The dress's intricate sequins and beads created a dazzling effect, adding an air of haughty elegance. The hemline, though seemingly demure, flirted with scandalous lengths, and the subtle slit hinted at a willingness to defy expectations.

All the fae who had seemed beautiful when I first saw them seemed plain next to the Queen… Aleria had shiny raven black hair that tumbled to her waist. Her emerald green eyes were framed by thick long lashes and her pouty lips were painted a bold red. She was wearing a purple full-length gown with a plunging neckline that should have looked vulgar, but it looked elegant on her. And when she raised her leg to cross it on top of the other, the slit of her dress revealed her creamy legs up to her thighs. My gown which I had deemed slutty seemed modest after I saw the Queen’s outfit. Now I knew what Stella meant when she said the fae were sensual creatures…

she nods and smiles at me "He's called Philip Finland, a fashionista who owns his own clothing line just like I do" Royale decided to study fashion in college, and at twenty four, she's the owner of a very successful clothing line named Martinas, after her daughter. A clothing line that is known worldwide. They happen to be the brains behind my attire for the night. James is still in the picture, since they co-parent. He is not especially liked around here but no one can deprive him of being a father. Besides, Royale is much more mature now, way more mature than her age, actually. Being a mother taught her a lot of things. "I'm happy for you" I say and she nods, smiling. She gets up to go an

His handsome features came from the fact that he seems to be a mix between Asian and Caucasian. His attire also reminds him of an English gentleman she sees from the movies, a very stylish sense of clothing that is deemed to be the taste of rich men. Eka’s sense of fashion is already modern and rich enough. However, Roy’s charm is in his gentle demeanor, which suits his elegant clothing.

There were some other gold decorations on the chest and sleeves. "You look incredibly handsome, my king," Zoe said as he kissed her cheek lightly, not wanting to mess up her makeup. "You look good enough to eat, my queen," Ryder said as he twirled Zoe around in her gold dress. It hugged her in all the right places and had short sleeves with a low back. It was a sparkly gold that made her look like she was covered in diamonds. The skirt was tight but had a slit that stopped just above her knee so she could walk.

She went wild. That evening, I looked effortlessly stunning in my white dress—sleek, elegant, and everything but dramatic. The sky-blue heels and matching clutch added just enough charm. When Roy saw me, his reaction was everything. “You look absolutely breathtaking, princess,” he said, his eyes lingering with awe. I couldn’t help but blush. It was the first time Roy was meeting Ashley, and thankfully, they clicked almost instantly. I could already imagine her bombarding me with questions once I got back.

Her light-skinned complexion seemed to radiate with a soft, inner luminescence, enhancing her already stunning features. Towering with confidence, Rosa possessed a statuesque figure that commanded attention and stirred the senses. Clad in a red, figure-hugging dress, she exuded a magnetic charm, her every curve accentuated flawlessly. The gown, daring and artfully designed, flirtatiously toyed with the boundaries of convention, hinting at the untamed spirit that lay within her.

I muttered and without glancing back, I almost stormed off his office. ———————— Later, in the privacy of my chamber, the evening sunlight spilling across the polished floor, I stood before the wardrobe, Jenna Harold’s designs spilling in neat, soft piles. Jenna—the royal stylist, had brought dozens of gowns, all shimmering, all impossibly delicate. I groaned, tugging at my hair. “Why does every royal gala require me to look like a diamond wrapped in poison?” “Because, my lady,” Jenna said, tilting her head with a professional smile, “you are the perfect one to carry them. And all of these are Alpha’s selections.”