Romans & histoires Queen Bed Extender

Once the words had been spoken the intense darkness was faded by small insects with glowing abdomens that took flight from the floor of the room, stopped when they reached a few feet from the impossibly large, cavernous throne room and illuminated the area. Once Rex had taken in the expanse of the room, a click sound grabbed his attention and his eyes snapped to the end of the room and his breath caught in his throat. Sitting cross-legged on the throne was a slender-legged woman. She had jet-black hair pulled back in a bun so tight that Rex could not see even one stray hair. She had a round face, a small, pinched button nose above a broad smile. Four black eyes stared down at them, deep red

I shrugged and Blaine looked impressed, but still not convinced. "Don't provoke her, Blaine," Mateo said and Blaine shrugged. "I don't believe your mate. She is bluffing." "How about I prove to you-" "Children, stop," the queen said as she looked at me and Blaine, shaking her head. "Now I have four kids," she said with a long dragging breath, and I didn't know why it made me feel like the luckiest person alive in Draconia, right now. King Rupert opened the locker and then pulled out what looked like small locker box, once again made of styrodian. And he opened the box and my breath just stopped from the magnificence of the crown.

I refuse to choose another queen. ******************************************

“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” With a sulky look on my face, Julian leads me to the master bedroom downstairs, flipping a switch as we enter and illuminating the soft lighting around a black frame on the ceiling. The room is about the size of my apartment, only this bed is a king-size with a black and grey comforter that matches the grey, padded feature wall. I walk over, running my fingers against the comforter as I relish in the luxurious feel of the fabric.

THIRD PERSON'S POV The Queen wears a troubled face as she walks fast down a corridor and bursts into a magnificent bedroom with a king-size bed and the most exquisite furniture. Some of which have been decorated with gold. It's too extravagant even for a royal bedroom Her husband lays down on his back on top of the bed covers, his eyes gazing at the ceiling as he appears to be thinking deeply. "We need to talk." His Queen states as she matches to bed and sits on the edge.

Aiden asserted. Thanking him I watched several of the King's servants come from the closed double doors to collect items. “Rodney, let your mom know that the lilac room needs fresh linens and bathroom items along with fresh flowers if any are available,” Aiden ordered. “What about the queen suite, your highness,” Rodney questioned. Eyeing me and grinning, the king explained to his workers I was to be their queen in name only. “Miss Jade is already mated to Mister Rex and will be a dual queen of both our territories,” he announced and I pinched my lips together at the gasps that sounded.

The house had 5 bedrooms and a small out house, Snake and Brett were staying in. My room is right on the end, next to Kylie, the queen bed has a white rich cotton duvet and two black velvet overlays flattened out on the bottom half. The cushion covers are white with black striped patterns. The room has a thick cream carpet, definitely imported from Turkey. The room walls are rough textured with a small desk, a soft high back chair pushed in, and a built in electric fireplace. It’s cozy for a spare bedroom. Too cosy.

He opens it, revealing a huge bedroom. “This is technically the King’s suite, but my mother prefers the Queen’s suite downstairs. So my parents use that, and once I turned sixteen, this became my space.” The bed is enormous—a four-poster in pale oak with dark-blue sheets. The room itself is so big you could run a full track meet in here. Light oak floors, a cream rug, and a seating area by a fireplace give it a sense of luxury.

One entire wall is just windows, the windows stretched from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, and through those windows, you could see the city lights of Seattle far away in the distance. The floor was made of polished wood that's so shiny you can almost see your face in it. There's a big cream colour rug under the bed, thick and very soft. His bed is massive. It's called a California King, which means it's even bigger than a regular king-size bed. The headboard—the part you lean against—is covered in expensive cream colour fabric. The bed sheets are tan colour with a navy blue blanket, super soft, but it costs a ridiculous amount of money. Everything is tucked in so tight and neat th

I couldn't make out any words, only the low hum of a room full of people speaking about someone who doesn't belong here. Red Dragon climbed the steps at the far end of the hall, and I followed his movements with my eyes until I finally understood what stood at the top. A chair. Not just any chair. A throne rather. It was a massive black ancient throne designed for kings… Sitting so high above the hall, it was obviously built for one man alone; whoever holds the ring of power in the Durango Cartel… The second Red Dragon sat down, the entire room dropped to one knee. All at once.