Medieval Nightgown Novels & Stories

The rest of my grandparents were all late as well. I combed the remaining untouched part of my hair as fast as possible before carefully braiding it into a long braid and tying the tip with a small ribbon. Once I was done, I quickly changed into a night wear which I had blindly grabbed. It consists of a knee length night gown and a knee length jacket like robe, it was a new, sexier set compared to the one I had back at home and I grimaced as I stared at myself in the mirror and noticed the way the neckline was dropping so low, half of my breasts were peaking out. The material was so silky, and sheerlike and it was almost completely clinging to my whole body. The part from the middle of the t

The dimly lit room, along with its dark and heavy presence, made my skin shiver, as the small bonfire in the corner of the gothic medieval-style room was not enough to warm my oddly freezing body. In accordance with my astounding awaking, I sat on the surface of where I was and tried to get up, yet I squirmed and struggled when I felt that my hand was tied. My eyes drifted down to my tormenting arms, and then I saw that I was no longer wearing modern clothes, but instead, it was suppressed by a navy blue ruffled puffy medieval dress.

This was nothing short of absolutely dreadful. My maids rushed in immediately after she left, and I was forced to change into the same nightgown I avoided. What a shame. The white nightgown felt good on my skin as I put it on; the fabric was smooth and tender. It was simple, flowing down gently to just my ankles. The neckline was a soft scoop, tied delicately with a little bow right in the center. Over it, I wore a light, sheer shawl, also white. It had beautiful lace trim along its edges, which draped softly over my shoulders and arms. My long, wavy dark hair cascaded around me, framing the whole look.

“I haven’t even figured out how to sleep in a normal bed with two grown men nearby.” “We’re excellent cuddlers,” Kael offered. “Award winning,” Riven added. I groaned and covered my face. “Goddess help me.” "You’re going to love this," Lunaryn purred. And the worst part? I already did. The closet was a fucking dream. I was still pacing through it slowly, fingers drifting over rich velvets and embroidered silks, when I saw it, an outfit I didn't even remember ever owning. Black leather. Silver clasps. Moon sigils. Reinforced stitching in the elbows, knees, and chest. Battle gear, but beautiful. Feminine. Form fitting in all the best ways.

Picking it up, Xavia said, “How about this? It’s all white like your wedding dress will be, and I’m sure it’ll make you look extra gentle that night…” The nightgown was supported by slings, and though it had a straight neckline, the fabric around the bosom area was translucent, which meant that the wearer’s breasts would partially be revealed without being too obvious… In other words, an extremely seductive combo! Now beaming, Bianca replied, “…And this is why I called you out! You truly have excellent tastes, Xavia!” Smiling in response, Xavia was just about to reply when Bianca added, “Hey… Why don’t you get this for yourself?”

I say under my breath as I slowly open the box. Inside is an elegant nightgown of silk ribbons in shades of cream and jade-colored tulle. I pull the delicate garment from the box, slowly lifting it to see that it is sheer and long, gathered just below the breasts so that it can flow elegantly around my rounded belly. The box also contains a matching satin robe and a small satin thong. At the bottom of the box is another box, this one flat and wide and made of velvet. Opening it I gasp.

With his current emotion, it wont be impossible to say he can take on hundreds of mindless invaders of the night. As he made step towards the balcony in silent trudge, his hand trained carefully to the swords inside the sheath which wrapped around his waist in leathered belt. Nevertheless, instead of an expected invader for the night, the young prince only saw a lady in red satin dress. Her hair weaved into careless notch down to her waistline. The air seemed to dance around her bodice, making the sheer fabric on her shoulders to flew in one direction. In such comfortable breeze, there came the presence of the fireflies, twirling mid air and around the balcony as if giving the lady solace f

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

With no generator or so to put up the electricity interruption. But she suddenly jolted, she can't see any sign of electrical wirings all over the place there's not even a light bulb over the ceiling but a plain and empty one. Are they too poor for it? She scanned back the mother whose hands are still caressing her cheeks and Alani who sat at the bedside right beside her knee. Wait?! Why are the dresses so peculiar? It seems like it's.. Wait a minute. AM I IN MEDIEVAL TIMES? These women beside her dressed simpler than she expected but she knew that these kinds of dresses are used in medieval times. She had studied it before. They must be some kind of peasants or serfs, if she may say.

I pulled out a heavy, dramatic black gown and tossed it onto the bed with a sigh. I stripped off the ruined emerald dress and stepped into the warm, rose-scented bath. I washed up quickly, scrubbing the dirt of the Blood Moon Pack off my skin, letting the hot water soothe my nerves. When I stepped out, I went back to the closet and dug past the heavy ballgowns. Tucked away in the very back was something entirely different. It was a nightgown. It's a delicate baby pink silk. It had thin straps, a neckline that dipped just enough to be dangerous, and fabric so soft it felt like water against my skin.