Fable Robe Novels & Stories

It was courage born from surviving something worse. Later that afternoon, Bobby entered Rowena's room carrying several neatly folded garments. He laid them carefully across the bed. Silk. Fine embroidery. The kind of clothing expected inside the Grand Alpha Assembly. "I got these from the manor wardrobe." Rowena looked at them. "They're beautiful." "They'll help." She smiled gently. "They'll help me look like someone I'm not." Bobby sighed. "Rowena..." "They expect noblewomen to dress like this." "I know."

Blood soaks into fine golden fabric, under the cover of a dark green traveling cloak. I look up and I see the ramparts of a castle frosted with snowfall. Felix stands before me, the same wounded expression marring his handsome face. His hair is shorter now, neat and evenly cut just below his ears. His brilliant emerald green mantle embroidered with twining red roses is stained with blood. He reaches out to me, and I once again feel the pain stab into my chest.

Am I the only one that thinks choosing an outfit is stressful maybe it’s because I don’t have many clothes and almost all my clothes or should I say all my clothes aren’t up to Rayan’s family standard? I really care about what I wear but when I told Amal about it, she got into my head, as usual, she said and I quote, "It’s a big day for you Afraah, just as much as it’s a big day for Rayan’s uncle, you have to look your best." But to be honest, I don’t understand what she meant by that. It took me almost thirty minutes to select an outfit and all I got is a black abaya which I owned since high school, I’m not even sure if it still fits me. I held the cloth, sizing it on my body, it looks a bi

The two would be married soon she hoped. She finished her grapes and got out of the tub and let the water run out. She dried herself, applied body cream onto her body and blow dries her hair. She went into the closet and picked white jean trousers, a white t-shirt and a red robe to cover herself with. She couldn’t wear anything without a robe on top. The robes represented her status as a seer though most people couldn’t grasp that concept. She didn’t want to tie up her hair so she put some hairpins so that her hair won’t fall on her face.

Mía told her goggle homes decide to turn on her lights and start her wifi coffee maker. Goggle said it was time for her to get up and stretch. She got up to do some light yoga and admired the woman she saw in her bathroom mirror. She could never quite adjust to the thought that this was her now, her long dark brown hair that dropped to her waist in waves of carefully highlight and lowlights of lighter brown throughout. Sometimes she would touch her face to make sure she was really the person in the mirror.

I couldn't help but smile as I moved ahead in line. Soon, I collected my uniform. The uniform was neatly folded and tied with a dark velvet ribbon. As I untied it and lifted the fabric, I felt a mix of awe and curiosity. The outer robe was a deep, earthy brown—plain yet dignified—signifying that we were new initiates, still unranked in the academy's hierarchy. The material was thick but soft, perfect for the colder weather in the highlands.

“The Luna sent me.” My brow furrowed. “Sent you… for what?” She approached the bed and laid the folded fabric across it with careful hands - a fresh shift, clean and white, and beneath it, something else. A long, soft garment the colour of cream, with sleeves and a tie at the waist. “A robe,” Mira explained. “She said you should have something to wear in your room that doesn’t…” Her voice trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish. Doesn’t declare what you are. I swallowed. “That was… generous of her.”

They went back to Gilead and lodged in an inn. Early in the morning, they prepared to go back to the woods searching for the weapon ledger transaction. “You might need this to transform into your wolf. Wear this to avoid your cloth shredding to pieces in case there is an emergency.” Demetrius stared at the big-size robe Seneca gave him. “I will pass,” he tried to refuse, but he insisted he wears the robe. He laughed at his looks in the cloth.

she stated and lifted off the beautiful velvet cloth to reveal the aforementioned robes. She further explained, “Violet has always been a forbidden colour for the common people since ancient times. Only the royals were allowed to wear it. Hence, these robes not only depict royalty but absolute power too. Through this piece of fabric, your foster father and I are passing on the Kingdom of Tribals all over the continent to you. You will be our heir once you adorn them and I know you and your mates will bring prosperity to the tribal world with your just rule,” she elucidated and suddenly she was back to being nervous before giving her concluding statement. "So will you accept our gift, son ?”

His heart made a beat as he recalled the feel of her lips on his, and the sound of her voice when she said majesty, he could sense the sadness on it. Nonetheless, he shifted his mind away, wanting to face the work ahead of him, today he wanted to reveal the state of the community business, how ministers of accounting and finance had embezzled the profit. As he soaked, his seamstress reentered the room with his royal robe. The robe was made of the finest silk and embroidered with gold thread. It was a deep crimson color, the color of royalty, and was cut in a way that accentuated the King's broad shoulders and powerful physique.