Background Dalam Istana Novels & Stories

There, she stood waiting for her groom, Crown Prince Vincent of Dysheria. As she stood there, the anticipation in the room was palpable. Queen Esteria remained the picture of calm and grace, her eyes reflecting a mixture of love and solemnity. The grand hall seemed to hold its breath, every guest captivated by the sight of the queen, poised and elegant, awaiting her beloved prince. The moment was imbued with a timeless sense of tradition and honor, a prelude to the union of two great realms.

She didn't mind doing that in those days but not now when she feels like all the responsibilities of the castle is on her and the fact that her preferred grandson eloped, not really but to everyone it will look like he did that. "Her royal majesty is coming through." The eunuch called out from the doors of the Shehu's chamber upon sighting her majesty along with her maids methodically orchestrated behind her in their perfect uniform of plum and parchment. She made her way inside the chamber that is much expensive than hers starting from the priceless portraits lined up against the powder white walls striped with golden. The empire chandeliers that shone with golden and white lights adorn the

Third Person POV. The sky intensified the presence of it's darkness, the whole palace is quiet. You can only feel the coldness that came on December night as the air blow gently on the trees, making them whisper in melodies. Among one of the majestic building that stood inside the palace, deep inside it, there lay a women on her khalisa (a place where the queens sit to take a rest) Umma Magajiya.

Alisha started with a straight face as she stared at them. The throne room is a large, grandiose space with high ceilings and ornate decorations. There are heavy red velvet curtains draped over the windows, and the floors are covered in plush carpets. The walls are adorned with gold-framed paintings and tapestries, and large chandeliers are hanging from the ceiling. In the center of the room is a massive throne made of dark wood, with intricate carvings and gilded accents. The room is filled with the scent of incense and the sound of a harp playing softly in the background.

" come on dear no need to act so formal, as I said before we are going to be family soon, we should get to be comfortable around each other as much as possible. if there is nothing else you have to do, what would you like to come have breakfast with me?" " Alright," Lisa agreed even though all her hunger had been replaced by anxiousness. She walked beside the young Queen out of the Chambers. They walked down the corridors adorned with golden walls that held beautiful paintings, Lisa couldn't help but admire them all. the palace was indeed very beautiful, she had been too nervous to take in the small details. " you have a very beautiful Palace "

"And don't put it from the left. You must circle His Majesty the seat from behind and place it from the right. Do you understand?" "Understood, Miss." "Be very careful, they are not the nicest for faulty...you could get yourself killed if you do something stupid!" She warned Bella and the other servants. "Then all of you follow me." Eight servants including Bella stepped behind Miss Rowena. They passed through the hallways of the main wing of the pavilion which had previously been a forbidden place for Bella. The dominance of sky blue and gold on the floors, walls, and all the furniture gives the impression as if every part of the house is gilded.

I couldn't sleep last night, those red eyes weren't letting me. "Fuck off!" I spat as I stepped out of the car. "Oh, I did it yesterday." Bella shouts from behind. This woman. I really wish I could take off my heels and throw on her face. But I'm wearing flat shoes, so, Well, they can work the same. And for the basic knowledge, she was fucking under a bed yesterday. Like who does this? How did they even manage? Most importantly, in what position they were doing it? Anyways, I walk through the massive gate, I see many people, with the same dress code, wandering in the palace. Some of them are trimming the bushes, trees and grass. Others are brooming the floor.

Iyana arrived at two in the afternoon and her first words were: "It has a tower." "It's not a castle," Belcalis said. "Bel." Iyana walked past her through the entrance and turned a full slow circle, taking in the stone and the height and the staircase and the portrait gallery. "It has a tower and armour on the walls and I can see a library from the front door. What do you call this if not a castle?" "An estate."

That was enough. "My hands hurt. It's inconvenient. If I get in the way of the Crown Princess' birthday atmosphere, it would be inappropriate. I'd better go back." Ella smiled. "Understood." The carriage crept forward through traffic as it approached the banquet area. Through the window, the grand palace already stood in view, brilliantly illuminated. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, like crystal display cases, revealed the elegant attire, mingling guests, and bustling activity inside without concealment.