Novel & Cerita Nun Robe

My breath caught in my throat. I had expected to see her drowned in one of those soft, shapeless pyjama sets she usually wore. This… was not that. The robe was silk, a rich wine colour that made her damp, clean skin seem to glow. It was the kind of garment I would never have truly imagined on her; a seemingly innocent college student. The fabric draped and clung in a way that her daily outfits never did, hinting at the gentle curve of her waist, the soft swell of her hips.

Each outfit seemed crafted for royalty, with intricate designs that caught the light and whispered of elegance. I stood stiffly as the staff began bringing options forward, each piece more extravagant than the last. "This one has traditional Black Wood Pack motifs," the manager said, holding out a deep green robe adorned with golden embroidery. "A popular choice among alphas' chosen Lunas." I flinched slightly at her words, the title stabbing deeper than I anticipated. Chosen Luna. That wasn’t me. Before I could respond, Alexander nodded. "She’ll try it."

he assured me, leaning down to kiss me on the top of my head. My mind was whirling with several thoughts, and being unable to bear his burden worried me. I was extremely worried; I was too naive to believe they wouldn’t have the audacity to do anything after we married. After making sure my hair was secure in a nice bun, Ronan pulled me up and wrapped a loose but luxurious robe around me. Since we would be shifting soon, there was no need to dress elaborately. Moreover, the robe was made from the fur of our ancestors and was regarded as precious.

He reported. I looked at the time and didn’t know that it was already late in the afternoon. Time flies when you are focused on working. I slumped my back to my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. I rested for a while and then started to change. I was surprised to see what clothes Tia provided me. It was a formal suit with a robe that is colored red and embroidered with gold. It was long enough to call it a gown. It has a rope in the chest part to connect both sides to keep it from falling. I am truly amazed at the design of the robe, you can feel by seeing that it is for royals.

It was Cealy who entered. He saw that she was carrying five bundles of what seems to be made of the same fragile cloth Aefstine had received his robe in as a gift on the first night. He walked up to them and before she could say anything, pawed at the cloth until they all but dissolved in his hands and yes, five new robes going from red, blue, green, white and lavender. All beautiful and long robes. Maudians must not have been accustomed to robes because, much like the first one, they all had laces in the back where they could be untied.

he snickered. I shot him a warning glance, though I couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. “Just find the robes, Lucas.” We moved deeper into the boutique, sifting through racks filled with ceremonial robes. The fabrics shimmered faintly from the pack magic imbued in their threads. Each garment felt like it carried its own legacy, as if it had been woven with purpose. One robe, in particular, caught my eye—a gleaming white garment adorned with intricate moon-blessed silver threading. I reached out to touch it, warmth instantly blooming against my fingertips.

After saying that, she waved her hand, "Bring the robe I prepared." Before everyone's eyes, she draped the robe over Emma. The robe was light and warm, made of pale pink silk, embroidered single plum blossoms in gold thread, and black thread coloring cloud patterns. It was lined with white chinchilla fur, making it look very cozy. Emma gently touched it and found that it was old clothes inside, clearly indicating that Luna Sandra wanted to raise her profile in front of everyone, especially exchanging old dresses for the favor of someone. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mother."

The two would be married soon she hoped. She finished her grapes and got out of the tub and let the water run out. She dried herself, applied body cream onto her body and blow dries her hair. She went into the closet and picked white jean trousers, a white t-shirt and a red robe to cover herself with. She couldn’t wear anything without a robe on top. The robes represented her status as a seer though most people couldn’t grasp that concept. She didn’t want to tie up her hair so she put some hairpins so that her hair won’t fall on her face.

“They’re waiting in the Great Hall. You….. you should wear this.” She held out a garment I had never seen before: silver fabric woven through with threads that caught the light like frost. The Luna’s robe. The one worn only by those who had balanced blood and moon, leader and goddess. I almost laughed. “That’s not for me.” “It is now,” she said gently. The robe felt heavy as she fastened it across my shoulders. It didn’t belong to me, not yet, but the weight of it made my spine straighten. When we stepped into the corridor, silence followed.

“I never gave you permission to wear my things.” Actually, I had purchased two of those robes in matching colours for me and Nathan’s second year anniversary. The image of it on Claire’s flawless body is like a knife plunged through my chest. “Oh, I’m sorry. I never thought you’d bother over something as insignificant as a cheap robe.” She doesn’t sound the least bit apologetic. I try to speak but something interesting catches my eyes and I pause. There’s an… object in the corner, draped in a decorative red ribbon.