Gothic Table Runner Novels & Stories

It was only a few feet away from Jaxson's seat, so I moved slowly and quietly to avoid disturbing him. I trail my fingertips over the motifs on the side tables, which have three vases and two photo frames. The duchess satin, which has a leopard print layered on it, is also interesting. This seems to be the only place in Jaxson's office with this type of print.

Each varying in style and each in their own display case with an interior light shining down on them making even the smallest of gems sparkle. There was an altar of sorts at the further end of the room. It was covered in a white silk fabric with green and white ivy vines wrapping around its four legs and acting as garland at its flat surface. There were soft white lights above the altar resembling hanging christmas lights. On each side of the table there were unlit candles. In the middle sat a ornate silver goblet and in front of that was a dagger of shorts with a handle encrusted with diamonds and sapphires.

I strode through the great hall, hands brushing over fabrics as the attendants laid them out for my inspection. “Not that one,” I snapped at a servant who held up a tapestry bearing my great-grandfather’s crest. “Too worn. It reeks of age, not of honor. Bring the one with the silver-threaded wolf. The one commissioned for my coronation feast.” “Yes, my lord,” the servant stammered and hurried away. I walked further down, studying the long rolls of carpet unfurled across the stone. Some were scarlet, some a deep blue, others gold-threaded. My mother had an eye for detail sharper than a hawk’s; she would notice even the smallest misstep.

“What does it look like?” “It looks like you’ve lost your mind,” I replied, stepping further into the room. I picked up one of the fabric swatches—a delicate silver material that actually felt quite nice. “Since when do you care about party planning?” “Since the mother of my child decided to work herself into exhaustion,” he countered, snatching the swatch from my hand. “This one’s for the napkins, by the way. Goes with the table runners.” The event planners were watching our exchange with barely concealed curiosity. Isaac noticed and waved them away.

The atmosphere was charged with excitement, and the air was filled with a symphony of hurried footsteps and whispered conversations. As I observed the table being meticulously set, my eyes narrowed in bewilderment. The plates before me were not the ones I had carefully chosen. Puzzled, I approached the female responsible for arranging the table, seeking an explanation. With a gentle yet determined voice, I inquired, "Where are the plates I selected? And why have the table runners deviated from our agreed-upon sage colour?" She appeared slightly puzzled, bowing her head before responding. "I was instructed to make these changes, Luna. We were asked to use these plates and bring out the red ta

The curtains were drawn, and the lights turned off. “Ariana? Are you back?” I called out, feeling my way to the switchboard. “Is there any reason why you turned off the lights?” Flick! A beam of light emerged from behind me and landed on the wall in front of me. I gasped as the large heart became visible. It made entirely of red roses except for a few white ones that highlighted the word ‘SORRY.’ Another spotlight turned on landing on the table covered with pink and purple satin cloth. A large bouquet of red roses adorned the center of the table and two scented candles were placed on either side of the bouquet.

The lace dress was covered with Italian mesh and composed of patterns embroidered to the gown. The color scheme she’d chosen was a bit unorthodox but Dominic had agreed that everything was her choice. The tables would be covered with black tablecloths because for her it signified his power and dominance. She wasn’t sure yet if that was a good thing or not. The overlays were a sage green, not only because she loved green but because green also signified hope and growth. Her bouquet would be a mixture of red poppies and lilies, flowers that signified her sadness but also her courage.

And I wondered how many such beautiful Villas were built for him but never used for a permanent stay! I stood beside the table and trailed my fingers on the wood. Down the centre of the table was a runner with Celtic design woven in gold and green into the fabric itself. At the end of the table were floor to ceiling French doors, left slightly opened to let in the scented summer air gush in and brush the faces of the people who enjoyed their meals on the table.

Elegant drapes in rich colors and gold accents frame the entrance, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and grandeur. Tables were draped with luxurious burgundy tablecloths, adorned with gold chargers and exquisite china. Towering floral centerpieces, consisting of red roses, orchids, and cascading greenery, bring a touch of elegance to each table. Gilded candlesticks with flickering candles add a warm glow to the surroundings.

No sooner had the doors opened and she stepped through the doorway that her instinct screamed at her to retreat. No, it wasn’t because the room was filled with guests. Neither did the grand decorations of the room daunt her. The maroon velvet fabric did give the banquet hall a gothic charm, the rows of chandeliers hung overhead, carrying thousands of candles. At the center of the long table was a ridiculous spread of food and silverware. The light filtering from the stained glass windows gave the room an eerie feeling. In the center was a long table with a ridiculous spread of food and silverware.