Medieval Nightgown Novels & Stories

An ever-present question. It was only at the end of her bath, as she got out and began to dry off, that she noticed a bundle of worn apparel. Of dark emerald green clothes. They looked to be, perhaps, a dress or robe of a noble-woman, with bronzed stitching, and a worn bronzed breastplate to match. Seraphina knew these were the garments of a noble. Yet, she couldn't think of one she knew of as being in the castle. Just as she could not possibly imagine that any should or would be in the castle. At least, not this morning and not this early.

“Okay, go put on your nightgown and I’ll turn down the bed.” I walk into our closet, smelling Aolis’s scent everywhere. I strip off my clothes and pull on my nightgown. I look at it realizing how ridiculous it looks. It’s white, with long sleeves but a deep V that shows off my necklace and pendants. The neckline is soft with a frilly trim that is also at the bottom, a bottom that only falls about an inch below my butt cheeks. Rather than being form fitting, it's more in a little girl's dress style. I've always like nightgowns like this because they are comfortable to sleep in, but now, I feel like I should have something more mature to sleep in.

Small blue stones accent the krúna upon her head. Today she wears a deep blue gown made from fabric richly woven with silver embroidery along the neckline, bodice, sleeves, and hem in elaborate interlocking serpentine patterns. Beneath this is a pale linen underdress with wide sleeves decorated with fine hints of silver woven into the borders. A heavy dark blue cloak lined with thick fur falls from her shoulders; its edges embroidered in similar trim as her dress. Matching silver brooches with chains secure the cloak.

Mature content:- Hailey's nightgown was a delicate, sheer fabric that clung to her curves, revealing just enough to be tantalizing. The deep red material contrasted strikingly with her skin, and the neckline plunged deeply, exposing the swell of her bosoms prominently displayed. The gown cinched at her waist, enhancing her hourglass figure, and the slit ran high up her thigh, giving a glimpse of the lingerie beneath. And her nighty was not helping to hide anything nor did she make the effort to cover herself. Cassian smirked and got up from his place. "Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked while coming near her.

Tonight, I wanted to see that look again. When I was done, I dried off and went to the dresser where I had placed the nightgown I found inside his wardrobe. It was silky, smooth, and a deep shade of red—sensual yet elegant. As I slipped it over my skin, it hugged my figure perfectly. The delicate lace details at the neckline and hem added a touch of femininity that made me feel beautiful. I stood in front of the mirror, taking a moment to steady my nerves. Would Dominic recognize it? Would he say something? My heart pounded at the thought. Whatever his reaction, I was ready.

My room was more like an apartment than a room. I went to the closet and looked through the night gowns which were hanging one after the other in its own wardrobe. Just nightwears filled the space. I picked out a light blue frilly gown and put it on for the night. It was soft against my skin and so light I could barely feel it. The hem of the nightgown was just a little above my knees. I caressed it, loving the feel between my fingers. I walked out of the closet and climbed into the bed, curling up under the covers.

Who would set up a party like those in the middle ages when King, Queen, Princes, Princess ruled the kingdom along with knights and dukes? However, in the end, Madell believed her mother. She thought that Sherly has no reason to make a fool out of her daughter. But when Madell entered the hall of the mansion, she had doubts. Tonight, Madell is wearing a long swing dress gown that has a puff shape shape. In medieval dress, the taste for colors was the brighter the better, with crimson, blue, yellow, green and purple being popular choice in all types of clothes. Therefore, Madell chose a bright blue dress made from silk. The shape of the gown goes from big puffed shoulders made from tunic, tig

“The gown is in your room. I trust it will be appropriate.” Upstairs, I found the ‘appropriate’ gown. It was laid out on my bed like a offering: a teal green evening dress of liquid silk. It was stunning, elegant, and subtly cunning. The color was deep enough to be sophisticated, but unique enough to make me stand out in a sea of black and crimson. The cut was modest yet impossibly flattering, designed to draw the eye without appearing to try. It was armor and flag combined—a statement that I was under Blackthorn’s protection and yet a distinct entity. Gideon’s sartorial message was clear.

I said softly. Carefully, I began to undress her, my hands trembling slightly. I felt a pang of guilt for intruding on her privacy, but I knew it was necessary. I removed her shoes and then her dress, which was stained with wine and dirt. Gently, I slipped it off, trying to keep my eyes averted as much as possible. I found a soft, comfortable nightgown in her closet. It was a simple, light blue garment, and I carefully slipped it over her head, threading her arms through the sleeves. Once she was dressed, I pulled the blanket up over her, tucking it around her shoulders.

Now, her curiosity spiked to a peak. Slowly, Moza opened the luxury boutique bag. Nestled inside was an elegant black evening gown, paired with a small clutch featuring a delicate silver chain. As her fingers brushed against the fabric, Moza flinched in surprise; the gown was crafted from incredibly premium, heavy velvet. The upper half of the gown was designed to accentuate the curves of the shoulders and back, adorned with intricate, subtle silver beadwork. Meanwhile, the lower half cascaded into a striking mermaid silhouette. The garment radiated an aura of profound elegance, absolute confidence, and high class—a universe removed from the expected image of a housemaid.