Roses Palace Novels & Stories

Else, Roseline might have fallen off due to the way she strained her neck to look. There wasn't much distance to cover anymore as shortly, they got to the palace. "Oh, Mercies!" Roseline exclaimed, her hands on her chest as she gazed upon the palace. Oh, goodness! It was too beautiful and bedazzled her. "Come on" Martha tapped her when she saw she was being carried away and she stepped out of the carriage with her. She'd seen a lot of pictures in books, but never has seen a picture so beautiful as the sight she had in front of her. Oh! She could hardly believe it. The Gaza Kingdom was once of a kind.

It was better than telling her I was the woman her evil daughter wanted dead. “Just a woman running from wolves. And this is my daughter, Roses.” The Queen’s eyes lingered on Roses, then flicked back to me. Her pupils narrowed, her chest rose with a breath too deep for calm. She reached out as if to touch Roses, then pulled back her hand at the last moment. “The goddess,” she whispered, barely audible. “She returns what was stolen.” Her words sent a shiver down my spine. My knees nearly buckled. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, clutching Roses tighter.

The gigantic palace that stood in the middle of the vast lands owned by the Alpha King is never been so much busier on any other day than this special moment. Something good is happening, on this particular morning the sun is shining so much brighter, and flowers bloom in the beautiful garden like a gift to everyone in the palace. The scent of roses and the green plants in the wide backyard of the majestic place is generously wishing everyone a good day. Everybody inside the palace held their breath as they waited for the sound to confirm their anticipation.

and the guards opened the gates for them. Crystal thought that the guards are too dumb to become one due to their poor eyes for noticing the fabricated document, yet nonetheless, she didn’t bother questioning. The gates were slowly opened as the vehicle drives through, the gates had iron carvings of the word ‘ROSETTE’’ in seemingly beautiful calligraphy as the walls connecting the gates were tall hedges, a beautiful arch of roses were visible to engorge the beauty of the entrance. It was no surprise since the family name itself is relevant to flowers, specifically roses.

Most of the staffs were taking a bow at her and half kneeling as she walked past them. She stopped for awhile, taking a sight to her surroundings, capturing every angle of the huge building with her misty gaze. She turned around, changed her direction to another part of the palace. Stopping in the outer place of the Palace along the corridor, surrounded by some big ivory painted pillars, she gazed out. The old garden of roses was changed to become a pool for royal members with the sculpture of King Othello in the middle. She sighed.

Whatever the result is, it will bring nothing but trouble to you, so it is not advisable to attempt it. The Ruby Palace is surrounded by residential buildings. The innermost building with the engraving of crimson four-leaves clover on the front door, fenced with sturdy black gates, is exclusive for the Emperor and the Queen. Followed by three-leaves clover, which is reserved for Imperial Concubine, and the rest are for concubines.

The King Zachariah said, hugging her sightly. Rose could feel the sparks erupting on her skin from their touch making her confused. She never felt this way before. It's all new feeling for her. "Where am I?" Rose questioned looking at both of them. "You are in the royal palace." King Vladimir answered her question. "Royal palace?" Rose whispered softly as a look of extreme terror crossed her face. Isn't it the same place where the brutal beast Kings live? What if the Kings killed her for trespassing their palace? She just escaped from the bear to die in the hands of the beast Kings.

FIVE-STAR HOTEL GRAND BALLROOM] The grand ballroom of the Rosewood Hotel had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting prismatic light across the room. White and gold fabric draped elegantly along the walls, interspersed with cascading arrangements of white gardenias and pink peonies, Shayla's favorites. Round tables dressed in ivory linens surrounded a spacious dance floor, each centerpiece a work of art featuring candles and more flowers.

I just hoped that Niamh didn’t act like my touching her made her want to vomit. That evening, Niamh and I stood in the Sun Garden of Salasia Palace. It was famous for its roses, which my great-grandmother had planted as a young woman. It smelled heavily of roses, the air pungent; there were red roses, pink, white, yellow. There were roses so big that they almost didn’t seem real. When Niamh and I had entered, she’d immediately found the biggest rose and had bent down to smell it, a large smile on her face. Her smile had since transformed into an awkward grimace. We were walking along the garden paths with our interviewer Madame Raquel Bernard, a prominent journalist from one of Salasia’s lon

Hence, When Chelsea entered the Rose palace she wasn't surprised to find it being delicately and perfectly build just like the love that the Emperor had for the Empress . The Empress was in her greenhouse, that was covered with roses , roses and many more roses . The rose bushes were piled so much inside it that they rose high up to the glass roof of the greehouse . When Chelsea saw the Empress, the latter was already sitting by her tea table , sipping lightly on her tea cup with her little pinky pointing out . " Blessings to the moon of the Empire " Chelsea hurried to greet the Empress, she didn't think that the Empress will be the first one who will arrive for their meeting .