Novel & Cerita Medieval Nightgown

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.

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.

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.

Martha produced a small brass key, unlocked the heavy iron latch, and slowly lifted the creaking lid. ​Inside lay several neatly folded garments wrapped in soft parchment paper. I stared at them in absolute silence. ​The gowns were breathtaking—not because they were dripping with the loud, ostentatious jewels designed to flaunt wealth to the High Court, but because they were elegant, simple, and entirely timeless. ​Martha reached deep into the trunk, carefully lifting a heavy garment from the very bottom. ​It was a striking midnight-blue gown crafted from thick, luxurious silk. Sweeping along the long sleeves and cascading down the deep neckline was intricate, hand-stitched embroidery made o

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.

Once I was done, I took a long shower and put on one of the filthiest nightgowns I had. I had bought it a few months ago but never had the opportunity to use it. It was completely see through and it barely covered my ass. It was black and it was tied in front with a bow. I made sure not to wear any underwear and I covered it up with one of my more decent black cover-ups.