Gothic Table Runner Novels & Stories

"I like this one too." "Don't you think that's too ... simple?" I trailed my finger over the tables. "It's too white. White plates, white napkins, white candles, white table runners - if you don't mind, I would love to add a few more colours." "Which are?" "An addition to this", I reassured him. "Green, gold and grey. Grey table runners. Green will be the flowers. Gold could be the accent colour. The rest will be white. But that's just an example."

The air was perfumed with the scent of fresh roses and lavender, adding an intoxicating sweetness to the atmosphere. The path itself led to a secluded area, where a lone table stood in the middle of a heart-shaped arrangement of rose petals. The petals were a deep red, their velvety texture catching the flickering light of the candles that surrounded the table, adding a soft, romantic glow. The table was elegantly set with fine china, crystal glasses, and silverware that gleamed in the light. Three chairs were arranged around it, their backs adorned with delicate garlands of flowers, as if nature itself had blessed this moment.

The entire floor was covered in velvety red rose petals, each one carefully placed as if forming a path meant just for her. The round dining table at the center of the room was draped in the finest silk tablecloth, its pristine white surface adorned with flickering candlelight. A magnificent floral arrangement sat elegantly in the middle, a mix of fresh red and white roses intertwined with golden leaves, adding a touch of luxury. Delicate glassware and fine china were placed with precise perfection, an expensive bottle of wine sat chilling in a silver ice bucket nearby. A bold, elegantly scripted inscription on the wall read: “Will You Be My Woman?” The golden letters shimmered under the sof

I opened my own door before the driver reached it and stepped out into the cool air, smoothing my dress, and walked toward the hall without waiting to see his face. The hall itself was lit gold from every angle, chandeliers dripping light down over black marble floors polished enough to throw back a second version of the room beneath everyone's feet. Long banners in deep crimson hung from the rafters, the crest of every attending pack stitched into the fabric, Wild Bloomers' wolf snarling silver thread among them. Round tables draped in ivory linen circled the edges of the floor, wine glasses already catching the light, and somewhere a quartet was playing something slow and formal that nobod

“I know. I’m sorry June put that on you.” I was honestly sorry for all the shit she has put up with from June. Still, looking at the space, it was coming along nicely. The space was opened up with blue fabric hanging from the rafters, hiding the color of the red and gold walls. Round tables were set up with dark blue latex covers attached to them. Silver table runners were currently being laid out on each one. “This is looking good.” Heath nodded. “Yeah, well, this isn’t the tricky part. The different antique pieces Alpha Rook’s men brought to me have been a little more challenging. They don’t quite fit the theme, but I have them set up. Let me show you.”

Kat grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd. As we made our way to our table, my eyes scanned the beautiful venue. The setting was almost ethereal in the mid-morning sun. Round tables were covered in dark pink silk with a pale pink gossamer on top. The place settings were of fine china and the sunlight glinted off the gold edging of the plates. Crystal vases filled to overflowing with bouquets of pinks, burgundies, teals and golds. Between those centerpieces and the surrounding gardens, it was a feast for the senses, overpowering every other scent in the area.

Nothing about this nonsense was romantic. The room lacked any trace of romance even with all the red decorations, and it was evident that the setup didn't align with his expectations or desires. As Lumiére made his way towards the table, he couldn't help but notice the extravagant setup in the room. A magnificent golden chandelier hung above, casting a warm glow on the round table that awaited them. There were only two chairs, one for him and one for Lady Eloise. The table itself was adorned with a white tablecloth covered in delicate flowers, and golden plates were carefully arranged on top.

Yet, the weight of what was expected sat heavily on my shoulders as I stood beside Lady Eleanor, watching the event planner buzz around us, holding swatches of fabric, lighting samples, and flower arrangements. “These would go well with the chandeliers,” the planner chirped, holding up two garlands of faux peonies and lilacs. “Or would you prefer the roses and vines for a more ethereal look?” I blinked, staring at them as if they were strangers. “Um... the lilacs. And maybe silver accents to match the crystal.” “Perfect choice.” She scribbled notes and moved on. My hands trailed over the long banquet table that would seat the alphas and their councils. Everything was almost perfect. Almost.

The walls themselves are adorned with rich, velvet drapes in deep burgundy, framing large, gilded mirrors that reflect the room’s splendor. In the center of the room, a long, polished mahogany table stretches out, set with the finest china and crystal. Each place setting is meticulously arranged, complete with gold-plated cutlery and delicate, hand-painted porcelain plates. The napkins, folded into elegant swans, sit atop each plate, adding a touch of whimsy to the otherwise formal setting. The table itself is a work of art, the deep, rich wood gleaming under the chandelier's light.

More tables were set up further away from the fireplace meant for food and drinks. The chairs were covered with a forest green material, while the tables were covered with simple gold coloured runners decorated with small little evergreen wreaths, candles, and white baubles. Jamie had chosen gold rimmed plates with copper cutlery for the meal and each setting was adorned with a small greenery boutonnière, crystalware and a thank you note from Sasha and I.