Medieval Nightgown Novels & Stories

Jonah hastily released Sasha's hand. Sasha was wearing a deep purple nightgown with intricate lace flowers. Most importantly, it was a sexy design with a deep V-neck in the front and backless down to the waist behind. I had specifically prepared this nightgown for my wedding night. To think she had not only usurped the house meant to be my marital home, but she had even put on my clothes—it was as if she was already the lady of the house.

His fucking eyes! So now, what in God's name is she wearing? A black silk nightgown with thin straps that stopped just on her mid-thigh and fit just right on her pleasantly shaped body? And to top it all, the front was a deep V-plunge neckline that showed a lot of her cleavage. To every girl, this could be considered as a simple nightgown, and for someone like Ava, he knew she can't possibly put this on to seduce him—unfortunately for whoever the victim would be, she was already doing a number on him.

She exclaimed, forgetting her vow not to let anyone knows who she was. "Your funny, Senorita. You're a bit strange but adorable." Maya grinned at her. "Let's go party!" Despite what happened, she was in high spirit. The beautiful gown called traje de mestiza has an embroidered top with small flowers stitched to it. The skirt has the same intricate floral pattern but in the color of yellow and green. When she wore it, it felt good, and she felt like she was back in school when they dressed up for National Costume Day. She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown.

I didn't ask anymore, annoyed at the vague ominous tone. I dried myself and went into the bedroom. When I saw the silk night dress left out on the bed, my face heated. I held it up to her. "What is this?" "A nightgown." Her lips pressed together as she eyed me. I knew they were all kept here to watch me. "This barely covers anything." It was see through, feathery light in my hands. They didn't expect me to also sleep with him! "You have finished the mating ceremony, Blue. It is now time for the mating." She said as if reading my mind. She held out her hand for the nightgown, and I handed the light, barely existent piece of fabric to her.

he asked. I smiled and nodded my head. After that, we went upstairs to the bedroom. Karan went to the other bathroom to take bath while I took in the adjoining bathroom of the room. when I was done bathing. I took out the nightgown to wear. But when I open it, my eyes widen in shock. This nightgown was very revealing. It was all lace with very little clothes at the breast area with a lace thong. ‘How can I wear it?” I thought. If it was old times then I could wear it in front of him but now I can’t.

I give him a light smile and instantly his face lights up. We are matching tonight. I am wearing a midnight blue gown. It’s simple. Its flowy velvety fabric flows down to my toes. It has beautiful designs threaded on it by golden embroidery. The back is quite revealing and something in me tells me that he’ll be running his hand all over my exposed skin several times during the night. He is wearing a shirt made of the same color and material as my gown, matched with a pair of black trousers. Above it, his thick, black velvety cloak rests. The left breast of his black cloak has the emblem of our kingdom embroidered on it with gold.

I muttered to myself as I stared at the sheer fabric of the gown I was supposed to wear. I could bet that most of them could have been worn by Ladies of the Night at luxurious brothels. Most of them were ornamented with gold and glittering gems. All of them had deep necklines and long slits, crafted to expose a lot of skin. Besides, I doubted that any of the gowns were designed to wear any undergarments with them. Dread filled every inch of me. Did it mean that I would have to be naked underneath?

He handed her the package he had in his hand, and when Brenda opened it, she found a beautiful dark red satin nightgown, short, low-cut, and with very thin straps that crossed at the back down to the waist. She, horrified by the idea that Giovanni would imagine her wearing it, simply thanked him coldly. He stared at her intently. "Aren't you going to try it on? I'd like to see how it fits you; I'm not sure I got the size right." "Sorry, it's not my style. I'm a decent girl; I don't wear harlot nightgowns," she said with a hostile tone. Giovanni's expression hardened, and he replied, "Despite everything, you should keep it. Maybe you'll need it someday."

The clanking of armor. Soldiers were running through the palace in the middle of the night. For a second, I thought it was a continuation of the dream. But the sounds became too real, too loud. And, as always, too annoying. I threw the covers aside angrily and jumped out of bed. I was still wearing my soft, lacy nightgown, and over it I threw one of my most luxurious robes, wine-colored with gold detailing. I wasn't going to look like some peasant, even rushing.

“Does he not want me to play his wife anymore?” She turned from the window, securely encircling her waist with the satin ribbon of her robe. Under the correct light, the robe, a deep sapphire blue, was thin and almost completely transparent. A nightgown intended for elegance rather than comfort. a garment selected by personnel of the mansion, not by her. Sitting on the edge of her big bed, she used her fingertips to follow the silk sheet embroidery. Is he even decent? She said silently to the vacant room. "He claimed poison doesn't affect him." About his blood... something about it.”