Background Dalam Istana Novels & Stories

Soon enough, a gruff voice permitted them to enter. The fancy oak door dragged on the floor, created a strident sound that made Celina's whole body cringe. As soon as the doors opened, it gave her a full view of the hollowed space flooded with sunlight and whose ceiling seemed to stretch on forever. The sleek polished floors and tapestries of deep emerald with the family's royal crest embroidered upon them have always made it one of the most beautiful rooms in the whole Palace. “Come here” Beth hissed, the voice suddenly startling the maid who was now stripped from any comfort. She hurried along with Flora and they both stood beside the housekeeper.

An elderly councilman sprinted through the magnificent halls of the royal palace of Illusontis. The royal palace boasts of dreamy architecture, an amalgamation of various styles, from deco to nouveau. The entire palace was wrapped in a natural effect with trees and small animals roaming here and there. It is as if an enchanted forest has been transformed into a palace. Magic was everywhere. Queen Niamh was busy with her council in the throne room. The councilman came running and stopped in front of the grand table. Niamh understood the urgency and ordered,

Meanwhile, the Demon Lord was carrying his wife to the East Palace, the third largest residential quarter in the Jabril Palace, after his North Palace and the Demon Queen's West Palace. In preparation for the new queen to take up residence, the entire palace had been turned upside down for cleaning and was now decorated with red and white furniture. As Iblis kicked the door open with his foot, red petals showered from above their heads, stunning him in place. "What the fuck is this?" He frowned, clearly irritated. "It's flower petals. Haven't you ever seen them?" Shamsiya rolled her eyes.

Mysterious drawing and words written in the Hamstung language. A golden statue of King Orain is encarved on the walls. The gates of the palace had two carved lion statues made of thick clay on both sides of the metal gates. The foundation of the palace was high, made of dome-shaped gravel stones, such that the pillars stood out. Palm trees flung to intercept and a beautiful green maze patterned on the fertile soil The male servants in the palace walk around with a thin material wrapped around their waist and a linen hanging across one hand or their shoulder. The female servants wore a simple white gown.

And I intend to keep it that way until we’re married and I become queen. The prince leads me through a long, elegantly curved entrance. Inside, the palace is even more breathtaking than I imagined. The walls are made of white limestone, and the furniture is exquisite—each piece unique and of the highest quality. I would give anything to live here forever. Just then, a middle-aged maid approaches us. “Sir, my lady,” she bows respectfully. “Julia, would you mind showing my mate to her room?” the prince asks in a tone that suggests they are very familiar with each other."

Ignazio is not just a zillionaire, he has over 7 men walking behind him whenever he walks and over 70 soldiers hanging around his compounds with guns in their hands then lots of Security around the estate and the estate gate. We got into the main building and I took in my first breath of wealth. Fuck! The air, the atmosphere. It felt so cool. The glass house had a classy decoration nice interior and lots of portraits, I didn't forget to add, lots of maids in black and white uniforms, in straight lines with their heads bowed the moment we walked in. “I will show you to your room, Isa.” his hot voice pulled me out of my admiration and I batted my lashes softly at him before giving a reply.

Ipsit's palace, The Bastion, rose like a spearhead out of the valley the capital city was nestled within. Four wide bridges—fixed on the cardinal directions—sloped down to the city, each laden with green gardens. Violet saw all this from the balcony of Curzon's war room. The gardens had no blooms, only a kaleidoscope of sage, emerald, and olive, freshly manicured. Sunlight pierced through the trees but brought little warmth, even to her high spot in the palace. Ipsit was a cold kingdom, drained of color.

Alesteria looked at the plate in front of her, nearly empty with a little bit of cookies left, as her eyes drifted on the plate Klaus has. It was macaroons. "Yes please." She is by the balcony of her drawing room, which is at the second floor of the palace overviewing the gates and the entrance to her palace. She decided to position the drawing room there instead of the third floor, which the main palace and the prince's palace drawing rooms are as it is traditionally placed there to keep visitors away from the people resting on the second floor, mainly for servants and maids. Alesteria decided to dedicate the third floor of the palace to the maids and staff to rest on, like recreational roo

As we get closer to the palace, I see that it has Darkblue-grey stone walls, high tower with small slit windows. We entered the palace-straight to the throne room and my eyes go wide with how breathtaking is it. A huge chinderlier hangs from the ceiling and glisters with diamond. The gray marble floor is well polished and has two beautiful white flowers touching at the tip, and a smaller one at the middle. There are two beautiful gold seats at the alter meant for the King and queen I walk around and see Alphas and other ranking lycans discussing and laughing among themselves. I decide to go to the bar at the far end of the wall.

A palace, I was learning quickly, ran on the things people didn't say as much as the things they did. Greta led me through corridors I hadn't seen the night before, past windows that looked out over gardens far more manicured than anything at Blackstone, past portraits of kings and Lunas long dead, their painted eyes seeming to track me as I passed the way the living ones had the day before.