Roses Palace Novels & Stories

The day of the wedding dawned with a golden glow, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a warm, ethereal light over the palace grounds. The garden, which had been the site of Cyrus’s heartfelt proposal, had been transformed into an even more magical place. An archway covered in climbing roses marked the entrance, their petals a delicate blend of white and blush pink.

After Carissa left, Derek hurried into the study and announced, "Your Majesty, the queen dowager sent someone over. She requests your presence when you're available." Salvador sighed. "Mother is probably worried and anxious because of Carissa's situation. Alright, prepare the carriage." Peonies were in full bloom at Serenity Palace, the queen dowager's residence. They exuded an air of opulence and regal beauty, their fragrance surpassing all others. The roses climbing the palace walls had also blossomed, showcasing a stunning and exquisite charm.

Three years after the fall of the Crown of Bones The royal palace stood bathed in the golden light of a perfect spring afternoon. The gardens were in full bloom, night-blooming jasmine and silverpine roses filling the air with sweet fragrance. Lanterns were already being lit along the paths in preparation for the evening’s celebration — the third anniversary of the public recognition of the bond.

I take that as a small victory. *** Sanders leads us through the winding halls of the palace grounds, out towards the residential wings where each royal member has their own palace. The closer a palace is to the King’s, which is the Golden Rose Palace, the more important and grand it is. My eldest brother, Crown Prince Leonel, resides in the Rose Palace, a sprawling estate with gleaming golden fixtures and towering spires. My other siblings, each with their own standing in the line of succession, have estates named after flowers—Orchid, Dahlia, Iris, and so on. My palace, Lilac, is the farthest and the smallest, sitting at the very edges of the palace grounds like an afterthought. A quiet pl

A student had once tried to defy this protocol only to find himself suspended for a week. “ The college is organizing a trip to The Rosamond Palace. It is an ancient palace built by King Roland in the 15th century. We will be studying the effects of weather on the monument with specific reference to chemical reactions.” The class broke into an excited chatter that couldn’t be subdued even after Miss Stella banged the table many times. Silly humans, They were getting excited about seeing the ruins of a palace that had lost all its grandeur. I recalled the time when I was called upon by The Queen whenever she wanted new clothes designed.

“In the rose palace, my lady.” The rose palace was ten minutes away from the main castle. It was grander and more beautiful than the King’s residence and it was usually vacant. The late king Gregory was a hopeless romantic, he had it built for his wife. It was named that way because he surrounded it with colorful roses. It was more like a giant rose garden than a palace. It only had a few rooms exclusive for Gregory’s family members. I heard that when they were still alive, the roses bloomed all year round. But after their death, the roses died. No matter what the gardeners do, they could never revive the garden anymore. Everything they plant there dies.

, she was no longer in the mood, on her face with a sunny smile that always reigned a cold indifference. The luxury car sped away, leaving her standing alone in front of that vast and magnificent palace. Owen said that as long as she comes here, someone will come out to greet her. But right now, she was alone with two soldiers standing guard in front of the palace. Red roses bloomed around the huge palace built in a strange gothic structure, under the eternal night sky, the castle was even more magical. According to Brawen, the roses here do not need sunlight but still bloom normally, they are bigger, more beautiful and redder than flowers in the human world.

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.