Queen Bed Extender Novels & Stories

She just ran inside after he turned the lights on. "Wow! Aiden, this is breathtaking," she admitted as she admired the gold decor inside the room. The king bed was enormous also, with four thick golden posts going up in the air. Katherine giggled as she ran and jumped on the bed, lying down, running her hands over the gold silk sheets.

he bows his head in respect. I continue to look at my itinerary, "Good morning Kirk, how are things going with the renovations our Queen has asked for?" He sits, "well, the furniture for the heirs bedroom arrives in a few days and she's drawn up a contract that you may want to look at for the females to all sign, it's different than what she had proposed." I arch a brow to him, "different how," I sit back giving him my full attention. He rubs the back of his neck, "she's added an adoption clause, if the female's do not wish to raise the pup themselves the pup may be adopted by anyone within the kingdom, to be raised as their own."

But now, she realized that the queen had an impressive figure. Even if some women had large breasts, then the queen surely had double of that. Maya couldn't help but glance down at herself. The difference was unfair. - In the bed chamber, curtains draped above the bed from golden hooks. George sat on the bed. He leaned against a pillow while flipping through a book with practiced indifference. He idly turned the pages, exuding a lazy sort of elegance. Every now and then, he glanced toward the bathhouse. Before long, Wendy emerged.

She takes a moment to look around the room. The room is huge, with an ensuite and a small seating area under one of the windows. There’s a large oak wardrobe on one wall which has George’s clothes in. The bed is a large oak four-poster bed with a solid wooden canopy and white curtains. The floor is covered in rugs of varying ages and styles, but they’re all shades of grey. The bedding is simple white sheets.

The doors swung open of their own accord, revealing the vast throne room beyond, where columns of polished marble rose to a ceiling painted with scenes of the gods’ greatest triumphs. At the far end of the room, Zeus sat upon his throne of oak and bronze, his form larger than life even for a god, his eyes flashing with the same light as lightning in storm clouds. Around him stood other members of the pantheon – Athena in her armor of polished silver, Hephaestus leaning on his hammer despite his lameness, Aphrodite draped in fabrics that shimmered like water, Ares looking bored and restless as always. Behind them, lesser gods and nymphs stood in respectful silence, their eyes fixed on the kin

Heavy. “What happened?” she asks. No greeting. No pretense. She already understands enough to fear the answer. I walk further into the room, my gaze briefly catching on the fabrics prepared. The colors chosen with care. The intricate patterns meant to celebrate joy. For a wedding. Kiana’s wedding. I look away. “He will help us,” I say. The Queen exhales softly, relief flickering across her face before she can stop it. “Then it is done,” she says. “We can continue preparations. The ceremony will remain unchanged.”

Two footmen were currently moving my clothes into the secondary walk-in closet. "Put those in the sitting area," Adrian’s voice came from the doorway. He was leaning against the frame, watching the invasion of his space with a look of guarded neutrality. "I can do it," I said, my voice sounding small in the vast room. "The staff will handle it. It needs to look lived-in by tonight." I looked at the bed. It was enormous—a California King that could easily fit four people without any of them touching. It was covered in a heavy, slate-grey silk duvet that looked as soft as water and as cold as ice.

As someone whose favorite colours are deep blue and gold, I found this decor very pleasant, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a delicious, dangerous sense of belonging. I walked towards the only bed in the room. It was very large, the second thing that I noticed. It stood centered like a monarch’s throne, made of high-polished mahogany. It was bigger than the king-size. The headboard was a colossal masterpiece of glided-wood carving of scrolls and volutes, upholstered in plush deep-blue velvet fabric set in precise diamond tufting with a crown as its apex.

The woman responded. "Let her in." The Queen ordered. The door opened and with a little push, the woman forced me in. The floors were marble, what else would they be? They were smooth and cold even through the soles of my shoe. The wardrobe was ornate mahogany, carved and polished so that it shined. Family portraits were painted in oils and hung in gold frames, Two of which I knew were ancient. The original family, Adam and Eve who were the parents of the immortal queen and the moon goddess. Furniture was all handmade by master craftsmen so I was not surprised that the master bed was a view to behold.

It has been hundreds of years since our last guest has made an appearance here. “I think that is a wonderful idea. We can create the gaming room down the hall in the servants’ quarters. It has all the amenities that the boys will require for them to have fun, and it will be close enough to their rooms so they can sleep when they are ready.” Sabastian scribbles notes as he walks around the room, scanning every inch to see what needs to be prepared for the arrival. “We need to make sure we have their favorite things in the fridge. Something simple and from home will help them feel a little more at ease.” “Can you get me a list of items you would like me to keep extra stock of?” He asks, rummag