Novelas y relatos de Medieval Nightgown

in every nook and cranny, and every one of them was covered with dust from the surrounding woods and other objects. There was an old bed with a single mattress inside the room. I had a hunch that it was functional and could be used for at least one more night. The table next to it was filthy, and on it was a fragment of peacock quill, some ink, a diary that was covered in dust, and a broken light. Wow, I was impressed by how much I liked this place. I told you there would be clothing here, and there are. I turned my head in the direction of Caroline's voice and noticed that she was opening a trunk. I approached it while keeping my lips slightly parted and peered inside of it. The ancient ch

Her heart pounded, so clothes were optional? A thought struck her. Jumping up she hurried to her closet, digging out one of the many new and sexy nightgowns Sebastian had purchased for her. Undressing she slipped it on, shivering as the fine silk slid across her skin. Pulling on a pair of matching panties she inspected herself in the mirror. She'd never worn anything like this before. The nightgown was ruby red, the hem stopping mid-thigh. The bodice was trimmed with lace, her breasts filling it nicely. Running her fingers through her dark brown hair she smiled. Maybe she wasn't naturally sexy but she certainly felt like it right now.

They were unrivalled until she came into the picture. It should be labelled as a form of sorcery how I was taken by the sight of her all sprawled on my bed that was covered in black satin sheets, clad in the silk lavender thin-strapped nightwear that Ophelia had begrudgingly changed her into after she fell asleep last night. The dress looked like it was made solely for her, clinging to her body in a way that rendered me jealous of the fabric.

Elelira POV I’m finally in comfortable clothing; a thick flannel nightgown and my cushioned slippers I inherited from my mother. They are worn out from overuse throughout the years, but that has just added to the comfort by making them buttery soft and familiar. The clothes combined with the necklace that has the familiar fae magic emanating from it are wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort. “Are you sure this is okay for you, Luna?” Mimi grimaces at the faded pattern on my nightgown. “I’m sure I can find you much better sleeping attire for the night. It’s your wedding night after all.”

Pulling my hair free from its elegant updo, I moved toward the bathroom, eager to wash away the day and crawl into bed. The hot bath helped ease some of my restlessness, though my wolf remained on edge from the full moon's pull. After drying off, I slipped on the silk nightgown that had been delivered to my room, along with other clothes, after we learned I'd be staying at the palace. It was ridiculously luxurious - Royal Pack didn't do anything halfway - with delicate lace trim and a flowing silhouette that reminded me of my favorite nightgown at home. I hadn't exactly packed sleepwear when coming to the gala, but whoever had selected this clearly had good taste.

Her eyes fluttered open and the next thing she did was sneeze. Sneeze! Sneeze! She sniffled and that is when she noticed the change in her surroundings and the softer bed. She jerked up to a sitting position. She looked around and panicked a bit. The room was white and had minimal decoration. It looked like she was in the house of someone rich. But fear overtook all her other thoughts when she noticed the change in her clothes. She moved the comforter aside and stood up to see herself in a large white shirt. She ran to the mirror and took in her appearance. She was wearing a large shirt that cover her arms and still dragged along. She also noticed the navy blue men’s boxer she was wearing. I

As hot water cascaded over my tired muscles, I allowed myself to truly relax, washing away the day's exertions and the lingering tension of recent weeks. After toweling dry, I opened the cedar chest where I kept my more special items of clothing—things far removed from my usual practical Luna attire or business suits. My fingers found what I was looking for: a champagne-colored silk nightgown that Silvano had gifted me on our last anniversary before the curse. I had never worn it, the timing of his gift coinciding almost perfectly with the beginning of his mysterious withdrawal. The silk whispered against my skin as I pulled it over my head, the delicate material clinging to every curve. It