Princess Table And Chair Novels & Stories

She wasn't certain of what else could help her than to finally speak to Theo. Seconds tick too slow, and her eyelids are getting heavy, indicating signs of a feeble state of her health. Tiya Lucia grabbed her 2-year-old chair, which she personally paid for a customized design. The chair was wrapped in vintage style fabric. The color was her favorite, burnt sienna, with silver traces of triangle patterns. It had a resting back with a length above her head. The chair had only one resting arm, like the one on the school. The desk was thick like it had a secret vault inside.

Lanterns made of stained glass of greens and reds stood along the pathways, illuminating the gardens breathtakingly. Small round tables covered in shimmering red table cloths were scattered in the grass, a larger lantern of red and green mosaic-stained glass stood in the centre of the tables. A sprinkle of gold confetti in the shapes of stars and moons covered the tables. At each table, there were four gold chairs with red velvet seats. To the left were two long tables covered in red cloth that held the dishes that would be served open buffet style once the princess arrived, palace staff dressed in white stood behind these counters. To the right was a long table that held many different win

The dining hall itself was vast and intimidating. In the center sat an incredibly long mahogany table lined with high-backed chairs, which felt a lifetime away as we stood frozen at the entrance. To the left, a set of big oak doors remained tightly shut. I could see that several pack members were already seated, talking in low, aristocratic murmurs. At the very head of the table sat a grand, ornate chair that practically radiated authority. It was a seat fit only for a king—for Fredrick.

Unlike the curved one, it could only seat one person. Built majestically right in the far end of the room from the hall entrance, directly facing the curved table, was a huge throne seat which Luther currently occupied. There was a huge golden table in front of him, and it was covered with a satin embroidered red fabric. Different dishes were placed on it for prince Luther to devour. There were two seats by the side of the tables with a huge throne seat in the middle. They were all golden, but the throne seat that Luther occupied was more majestic. It had more expensive designs etched into it that told people whoever sat on it was meant to be one who possessed extreme power.

But definitely a larger forest area than I expected inside a building. It wasn't just a couple of potted plants. Trees grew out of the floor, and crawling vines bloomed across the walls. Exotic flowers filled the air with a heady perfume. My heart fluttered. I had never seen anything so magical! We were led to one of a dozen tables. The chairs were twisted stumps still attached to the floor. The table itself was a large, flat leaf that resembled a lily pad. We stood next to our chairs as we waited for the crown prince and his future princess. Apparently we didn't sit until the royalty did. Manners mattered.

"That's not possible, your majesty. Everyone in the palace knows about the banquet tonight. This should have reached her beforehand." Yin Renshu nods then fixes his posture. Below the platform, the first to the eighth table is reserve for the royal family. The ninth to 20th table is for the invited guests. Each table is good for eight people. Every table is full of laughter and chatter but it's not the case for the first one. Only Princess Yin Xiulan and Empress Dowager occupy the first table. Behind the princess stands his most trusted subordinate, Officer Liu Chen. The empress dowager also has a company, her Court Lady.

I can’t scare her away if I want her to be mine. “Are you sure?” Jessica asks, coming to join me at the table. “I am. This house will always be your home, Princess. You can do whatever you want to make it comfortable for you.” I shrug, slowly placing food onto the plate in front of Jessica, catching her biting her lower lip. My cock twitches as the sight and I shift in my seat. Gods, I would do anything to feel her little mouth wrapped around me.

If flashy things got ordinary, it became common. “What happened now?” a man sitting on the right side of the table asked the messenger. There was a long table in the middle of the room. It was surrounded by 13 seats and 12 of those were placed in pairs opposite to each other. At the head of the long table, there was a chair, crimson-fashioned, worthy of royalty. Indeed, it was a seat of a deity whom each of them saw but could not name. The 12 seats were occupied except for the royal seat.

There’s even a fainting couch and tables holding lamps with half-naked people in various forms of embrace. As I sit, I can't help but feel worried that I might break the chair. Taylor walks in a moment later, bearing a small tray with a genuine porcelain tea set. It has pink flowers painted on it and everything. I’ve never seen a Royal Dalton tea set up close, and I am glad I didn’t partake because I might feel bad if I chipped the dainty cup.

But before she could close it, she heard the Prince yell. "Doesn't matter what you think, you're getting married to me whether you like it or not." Soon Princess Dohana heard the door of the room shut close. At this time, at the beautiful green royal garden behind the magnificent palace, hundreds of maids and servants were pacing about, fixing the already extravagant venue according to the Queen Mothers instructions. "You, get a few more flowers and place them over there? Where's the Queen's chair I asked for?" "Yes, your majesty."