Roses Palace Novels & Stories

Elena POV Soon the palace comes into view, it is the most, beautiful thing I have ever set my eyes on, an old vintage castle, with roses that span the walls of the castle so beautiful that we could see it at night time, although the bright lights settled strategically around the building makes it prettier than something off a photograph.

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.

"That's disgusting. Is that what this king is going to think? That I'm your pet?" "Yes, we have a collar packed for you upstairs—" "I am not wearing such a thing!" "You will wear what we tell you, Rosalyn. This is your life on the line and we are trying to do everything we can to keep you safe! Do you understand?" Paul snaps and I'm in shock because he's never shouted at me like this before. "Y-yes." I can feel tears pricking my eyes but I refuse to let them fall.

he called her again. The queen ignored him and continued walking, his eyes on the opening in front of her and what he could see beyond it. The palace of the priestesses, a structure of white stone stood out in all its magnificence. The outer walls covered with plants and flowers that released a sweet scent, the pointed roofs of the various wings were supported by colorful columns on which the branches of the rose gardens climbed along the entire surface. He approached another step as he pointed with his eyes at the entrance of the palace. The wooden door was closed, no one was around. On the steps leading to the porch there were red leaves, fallen from the trees that beautifully enriched tha

She asked. "It's rose essential oil, extracted from red rose flowers from the Imperial garden, if you love it we could make more for your everyday bath." "Do you only make roses? Are the other types?" "Yes, your highness, the imperial garden has many flowers. Tulips, osmanthus, rose, sunflowers, and hibiscus. All flowers are always available." "I would love to visit there, will you take me?" "Yes, we're your maids, we are assigned to go take you anywhere you want and always be at your service."

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

The Royal Rose was one of the most exclusive tea rooms in the city, a place where the wealthy and the connected gathered to see and be seen. The décor was all pale pink and gold leaf, with crystal chandeliers and fresh roses on every table. The clientele was almost entirely female socialites and heiresses and the wives of powerful men.

Although it was difficult to come to terms with them being gone, there was an unexplainable force that led me to this location. As I approached the house, I saw it was abandoned but still habitable, and it seemed to yearn for my return after all these years. Still the flowers from the garden were so bloomed and fresh. White roses, just like my mother liked. I couldn’t help it, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I took a deep breath before stepping inside, and revealing a world so frozen in time. “Excuse me, miss, but what are you doing here?” I heard a voice coming from behind me.

He leaned in closer, watching as new words began to form on the page: “Leon, come to the Queen’s Garden. —Rose.” The message jolted him fully awake. He sat up straight, his mind clearing as urgency took hold. Wasting no time, he dressed quickly and headed out. The Queen’s Garden was tucked away in a secluded corner of the palace grounds, far removed from the cold, oppressive atmosphere that loomed over the rest of the city. Here, it felt like stepping into a hidden paradise. The garden bloomed with life, an oasis of beauty amidst the desolation. Golden sunlight, cast by a magically conjured sky, poured over every inch of the garden. A vibrant sea of blossoms stretched out before him, with vi

Then, the hedges come into view, and they are also immaculate. “You should see the garden in the back of the castle. There’s a labyrinth, several fountains, and all kinds of beautiful flowers, especially roses. The queen loves—loved—roses.” He clears his throat, and I can’t tell if it’s sorrow at having mentioned the late queen that makes him do so or something else. “I’d love to see that,” I tell him as we pull up in front of a huge building made of the same white marble that the gate supports were made from.