Background Dalam Istana Novels & Stories

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.

*** Charlie POV*** On entering the Palace we all took in the white marble huge foyer. "Wow." I gasped "You have good taste." a lady smiled. "Me?" I asked not understand "Yes Queen Charlie. The castle is enchanted it takes on the decor and needs of the current resident. we were somewhat happy to leave the medieval decor the council Elder had here behind" She smiled. "I am Abigal Winx I am your household manager." She bowed. "This is Antonio your head of Palace security and this is Frank head chef." She introduced the two men standing to her left both bowed and curtsey as we passed. "This is Ms Potter the new Royal Nanny." She pointed to a young shy looking girl who kept her eyes down as she b

_________________________________________________________________ Marianna had said that there were seventeen fiancées that Icarus had and in reality there was no trace of any information as such in the imperial palace, despite talking to so many of the maids all of them were either misinformed or refused to acknowledge the truth. Layla contemplated of what happened to those women while she was returning from the late meeting in the middle of the night when she saw the locked exuberant palace that Icarus had told her specifically not to enter, unlike other palaces it was illuminated with soft light of candles and was not glowing like any other wing but was immersed in darkness.

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.