Matching Robes Novels & Stories

Although they helped me pick out more modest jewelry that what I normally wore, I still thought that it was a bit much. “Isn’t this a bit much?” I asked curiously as I stood in front of the mirror and inspected my own reflection. The outfit that they had prepared was a pale pink robe with red flower pattern on it. It looked quite beautiful but with no gold embroidery which I guess made it seem more normal compared to what I normally wore. I had necklaces, earrings, and bangles on. The maid placed a few hair ornaments in my hair, choosing the smallest ones. I guess overall it was ok.

“I don't want to eat .. Let's just go to the seamstresses to request robes and see if there are any works for us to buy.” We enter a shop and it is just quiet. Looks like no one has noticed Logan yet. I walked over to the robe works and there was a blue robe that grabbed my attention. It also has a dragon robe match partner. They seem to have been made for a king and queen. When I looked at Logan he was also staring at that thing. Without hesitation I took those and then brought them to the man who had observed us earlier. "I would like to take these two robes." Theo was holding my waist as we looked at the man. But I noticed that the man's face changed quickly.

That means Cora left using another pack's robe, not to mention everyone knowing that the red color is the identity or characteristic of the Blood Moon Pack. Each pack has a robe with its distinctive color as its identity. Every pack wears these robes when they travel, and the color of their robes is not given a color because it can show which pack they are from. The Blood Moon Pack has a distinctive red robe. The Silver Moon Pack has a gray robe, while the Crescent Pack has a blue robe. Since she is already a member of the Crescent Pack, Cora should have been traveling in the Crescent Pack's blue robe. However, Cora was traveling in the red-colored robe that belonged to the Blood Moon Pack.

The day I’d pick a mate as my father-Alpha Marius commanded. I sat up slowly, bare feet hitting the cold stone floor. The chill bit into my skin, grounding me, steadying me. I rose, walked to the wardrobe, and pulled out my ceremonial robes—dark gray with obsidian embroidery laced into the cuffs and collar. I slid them on over my bare chest, then reached for the silver sash that marked my status. I tied it tight. One glance in the mirror told me I looked exactly how I needed to: calm, controlled, and every inch the Alpha.

Where I used to stand and pray for the chance to right the wrongs done to me. “Think you need to get changed,” Robyn smiled. “I don’t think taking over in a pair of mens pyjamas really sets the tone,” as I try to stretch my arms out to jab her in her riding seat. “Oh and I left you sleeping at the last village. A shitload of rope and black paint and brushes, just as you asked for.” “You’re amazing, you know.” Allowing the horses to rest, Robyn grabbed a sack from the buggy. “I hope it fits,” she fussed as I stepped into the open corset, silver ribbons waiting to be tied to bind a stunning white and silver gown.

She has no taste, and I have more than enough for the two of us. I stretch my arms out to the side to admire the bubble gum pink fabric of my new robe, which drapes heavily before tapering at my wrists, lined with pearl beads. The fabric is silken and impossibly light, but the length is what really gets me going. When I mentioned I longed for something to wear around the house that wafted over the tiles and made me look like I was some kind of apparition floating this way and that, Louisa delivered without a second thought. The robe has feathers along the hem. It’s truly a dream come true, especially when paired with the matching chemise.

I reply, gingerly climbing out of his arms, cautious about how my swollen pole moves, so as not to stab him with it. I kindly ask Elmira to return my robe for my trip back home and she hands it over with a soft smile before melding back into her tree. The silken robe encrusted with gems and embroidery is a customary item for a prince, and is nearly all I wear other than the gowns for more formal gatherings. My parents informed me that in other realms beings hide their bodies more, perhaps that is why Miguel looks surprised that the robe billows opened as I move exposing my naked form and never truly covers my hard appendage, that seems not to want to deflate. I guide my mate and his companio

A knock came on his door and, already expecting Edward, his best man’s arrival, he beckoned to him. “Come in.” the door opened and someone stepped inside, but from the sound of their footsteps, Xavier knew it wasn’t Edward. He immediately turned around and saw Robb, looking ready in a three pieces robe made with royal blue velvet. His grey hair look shorter than the last time he saw him and his beard looked almost like that of Xavier’s. The alpha of alphas looked great, but Xavier wondered why he came.

his chamberlain informed. Chaos stood from the couch. He was dressed like a prince from a different place. The princes and lords that Carysse knew were wearing trousers and tunics. But he was wearing a long robe which had the color of the deep ocean. Underneath his outer robe was another layer of white and gold clothes. His robe was studded with tiny stones that shimmered like the starry skies.

It was Cealy who entered. He saw that she was carrying five bundles of what seems to be made of the same fragile cloth Aefstine had received his robe in as a gift on the first night. He walked up to them and before she could say anything, pawed at the cloth until they all but dissolved in his hands and yes, five new robes going from red, blue, green, white and lavender. All beautiful and long robes. Maudians must not have been accustomed to robes because, much like the first one, they all had laces in the back where they could be untied.