Medieval Nightgown Novels & Stories

“Nothing! Hurry up and get showered.” When he closed the bathroom door, she immediately got off the bed and changed into a white colored nightgown made out of silk. The lower half of the gown was slightly loose to conceal her belly, and the bust and hip area had a laced edge that made the wearer look even sexier.

When they blinked, it was as if they were tantalizing one to submit whatever their request as proven on how she did at their bidding when they took off her clothes and let her have a bath at the water tub they filled. Daeira behold her reflections in the mirror and surprised herself with how she looked so royal on her medieval white gown which stretched far below her feet. Her hair let loose while she wore a single bead of ruby on her wrist, the only apparel she has worn on her body. It stood out so much now that it was seemed to be lava, glittering red with a tinge of warmness on her wrist.

It was a shame because he was such a cheerful, happy man, but maybe he was already suffering in advance over the exchange program. I went home and prepared dinner. With everything ready, I took my shower and put on the nightgown and robe set I had bought. It was wine-colored, the nightgown was short with lace across the entire top, and the robe was longer, sheer, with ruffles at the edges and on the long sleeves. I thought it was beautiful and bought two sets because I was sure Fernando would tear one.

There is also a dressing table that contains all my paintings, art supplies and my framed pictures adjacent to a body view mirror set to its right. Unlocking the closet door I find all kinds of attire that the females here tend to wear and I was told these were stitched not purchased. Drawing out one for the night I hurriedly strip off what I currently wear replacing it with the nightgown. The fabric is very silky good enough for me to sleep well in it.

I finished my shower, feeling refreshed and ready for the night. I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still damp and tousled. I sat down at the dressing table, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I put on a silky black nightgown that clung to my curves. I ran my hands over the smooth fabric, feeling the coolness against my skin. It was simple, yet somehow seductive. The neckline was low, revealing just enough of my cleavage to be enticing. The straps were thin, barely covering my shoulders. And the length was just short enough to show off my legs. I felt like a goddess in this nightgown, powerful and alluring.

Most worked the farmlands themselves or with the aid of peasants and serfs; thus far, the village itself has screamed of death and famine. After a minute of looking into one of the lord's houses, he took some new washed women's clothing for Diana, and luckily it wasn't peasant clothing; it was a colourful gown with a framework petticoat, and the fullness of the skirt was drawn to the back. A sash encircled a high waistline, and a soft fichu and a light, colourful scarf were draped around the neck. These were gentler yet elegantly feminine, and from a low, wide neckline, the gown flared out freely over the hoop petticoat.

I knew that I would be risking alot of Damion found out about this party but I didn't care. "You just about ready?" Heth yelled from down the hall. In order to pull this off we both knew we had to make it look like we were just going out to eat or study. I had put on my outfit but luckily for me it was actually a little cold tonight so I had a long coat on that covered it. I had gone with some simple boots so nothing to fancy but still cute. "Yeah I'm coming." I yelled back. I took one last look in the mirror then walked out of the bathroom. When I made it to the living room Heth smiled and mouthed the word perfect to me.

Nita hаd ѕроttеd the nіghtgоwn during a ѕhорріng trір and hеr mоthеr, Althеа Hаnnоvеr, hаd turnеd uр her nоѕе аt thе garment аnd іnѕіѕtеd on a frilly, gіrlу tеddу that Nіtа had nоt bееn соmfоrtаblе with. Lуlе hаd nоtісеd hоw much she liked the nightgown аnd bоught it for hеr lаtеr. In the lаѕt ѕіx months Nіtа had started wеаrіng thе flаnnеl gown with nоthіng undеrnеаth іt, thе ѕоft fаbrіс felt gооd against her ѕkіn, аnd еѕресіаllу оn her nipples.

The door clicked shut before I could even finish my sentence. "Ugh, Mama!" I grumbled, stomping my foot against the floor in sheer frustration. I trudged back into my room and grabbed a purple nightgown. At first glance, I thought it was a standard set of pajamas, but I was wrong. I held the flimsy fabric up to my face to inspect the design. The neckline was dangerously low, the material was entirely sheer, and it was held up by thin spaghetti straps. To be precise, it was a piece of lingerie.

“Better get changed now so we can rest.” He helped me up, and we walked into the closet. He showed me where the sleepwear was while he removed his armor. There was a glass case for storing it, and Izar’s armor was already inside. I picked out a sheer silk nightgown and raised a brow—it had a high slit on one side and came with semi-thong panties. When I looked at the other nightgowns, they were similar—just in different colors, some with long sleeves. I put on the first one I picked—it fit me like a glove and was so soft and comfortable. When I turned to face Cygnus, he was already staring at me, his eyes gleaming.