Background Dalam Istana Novels & Stories

Because she has to focus on shaping where she is. Looking around, she was in a large space, everywhere were beautiful white roses in full bloom, and the floor was covered with rare and precious gold and silver as if this flower grew out of a treasure. This is not a room, but the exact word "Royal Palace" must be used to match its magnificence. However, those material things did not attract Brawen's attention, because her eyes were completely focused on the throne for the queen who was sitting on the top step where she had just rolled down.

The castle's halls are adorned with tapestries woven from celestial threads, depicting celestial beings and celestial events, their vibrant colors seemingly alive with movement. At the heart of the kingdom sits Queen Estella, a regal figure with a crown adorned with stardust crystals that reflect the light of a thousand galaxies. Her long flowing hair, the color of the midnight sky, cascades around her, lending an air of mystery and grace. Queen Estella possesses an innate connection to the cosmos, her presence resonating with the celestial energies that infuse the kingdom.

Hell Inside the Palace “Careful Angel” Zachary smiled and guided Diana through the stairs who was staring at the Grand Palace in awe. The beautifully designed interiors were decorated with unique and specially designed artifacts, from a mere mattress to the grand throne, everything was embroidered with jewels and gold. Her eyes dazzled with the luminance of the flamboyant chandelier and the silver mirrors hanging on the wall.

Lawen and Apoel were sitting down in front of each other with their backs resting against the wall in a hallway on the first floor of the castle. It was similar to the second floor that Isaac and Mira were in charge of investigating. Instead of bedrooms, the first floor was more like an administration floor. Offices, meeting rooms, throne rooms, a library and other facilities that seemed to be specifically for the royalties’ personal use. Of course, all of them were filled with sand and had deteriorated over time.

' "That lowly noble should know where she is." Illarion took a sip of his drink. The man was now on the balcony of the second floor of the black palace hall. "Noisy..." he muttered, even though he had avoided as far as possible from the party venue, but the loud voices of the noblewomen could still be heard. 'In the end it's about caste differences. Even if her family was my support from the start, she would never be worthy of me.'

she murmurs, almost to herself. "This is nothing, wait till you see what’s in store for you.” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady and controlled. My heart betrays me, knowing that I want to give her the world, but I must remain focused on my duty. A group of musicians plays a gentle melody, filling the air with a sense of grace and luxury. As we move further into the palace, I observe Isabeau's reaction to the ornate decor, the elaborate paintings, and the lush gardens through the open windows.

I don’t prompt her for any huge reveals here, just let her continue to assimilate, while I casually muse, “It was fortuitous to have Claire get your passport ordered months ago.” “All the tiny details are accounted for—i’s dotted and t’s crossed. You are quite thorough. As is she.” “And I want you fully refreshed for lunch and a tour.” She snickers, sweetly. “You’ll have to leave breadcrumbs for me so I can find my way around.” “It’s an easy layout, I promise.” I gesture to the hustle and bustle below us. “This main part of the palace houses administrative and operations offices, conference rooms, and executive kitchens/cafés. Resting areas. The entrance into the estate is the south end.”

“Hundreds of rooms. Surely, there aren’t that many people who live there.” The Beta studied me for a moment, trying to decide whether I was being genuine or not. “The Royal family is, for now, relatively small, but the palace also houses a retinue of servants that ensure that the Royals are well cared for.” Just like we were there to ensure their safety. We entered the palace through the massive front door. The Entrance Hall had soaring ceilings, gilded in gold. It was beautiful, but I couldn’t help but think that so much money had to be wasted in order to build and maintain it.

Amren wanted to ask where the main yard was located and who was Mateo but before she could ask, he walked out and blended with the people at the party. She gazed at the jar and turned to look at the party before sighing and leaving to go carry out the task. She concluded that she'd ask a maid around. She left the hall passed by the numerous people outside and walked over to the back of the palace, the compound was vast. The majestic Palace of King Cassian stood as a testament to the grandeur and opulence of his reign. Its sprawling expanse was adorned with a treasure trove of ancient monuments and priceless artifacts, each bearing the weight of history and the whispered secrets of bygone era

The ambiance was one of luxury and cultural reverence, where every detail—from the acoustics to the lighting—had been meticulously considered to enhance the experience of both performers and audience alike. The royal garden, a sprawling testament to both natural beauty and meticulous design, unfolded before the eye as a sanctuary of tranquility and grandeur. Extending in a vast expanse from the mansion's rear, the meticulously manicured landscapes offered a serene retreat from the demands of royalty, a place where the rhythms of nature intertwined with the artistry of human hands.