Royale High Outfit Ideas Novels & Stories

I asked her, pushing at my quickly drying hair. She nodded and pushed me towards the chair. Under her quick and daft fingers, my hair was brushed and braided together tightly. I reached for my clothes, but Ethallia shook her head and pulled out a dress elaborately decorated in small intricate designs resembling the scales on a Draygon. It was still made up of golden colors and the same semi-translucent material. Yet it looked to cover a lot more skin than anything else I have worn here. "The King wished for you to feel more comfortable here. Most of your outfits have been altered," Ethallia explained.

She's right even I'm shocked but ever since that day we stayed together in his penthouse things have REALLY changed. "I know"I grin and grab my clutch. I walk to the mirror and look at myself. Carly is right I do look beautiful. The royal blue dress I'm wearing is both sexy and elegant. Sexy because of its open back, beautiful V neck and a side split showing my leg and elegant because of the way it perfectly fits my body. My hair is in waves over one side of my shoulder, the royal blue colour perfectly matches my ring. "Now go have fun and make me a God mother"Carly yells pushing out the door.

Then with very much excitement, began dressing himself. Roy chose a tight fitting leather pant, high neck white sweater and a pitch black long coat. For this time, he left his dark raven curls free—that gave a nice shape to his angular face. Roy also felt like leaving his hair free because he didn't like wearing beanies or it's substitutes to avoid the cold wind. His long hair usually helped in this matter. He also applied some cold cream to his face. Otherwise, Ivoryina would scold him for not properly keeping his skin hydrated in winter.

The costumes as well as the clothes to be used are already there. "The dress I prepared for you is beautiful. In case I don't make it to the finalists, you'll look like a queen! It's like we're winning too!" I looked at the dress he brought for 'kin. My lips parted. That’s a backless long dress! It is royal blue in color and up to a foot long. There is a slit on the right part. It's like the daring look of his choice! "Rose! I told you, it's simple!"

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

In the Master Suite - One Hour Later The dress Alex had picked for Zara was really white. It wasn't the flowing, ethereal silk dress of the gala night. This one was structured, looked more like royalty. It was a sheath of heavy, ivory crepe that hugged her body like an armor. It had long sleeves, a high neck, and a slit up the leg that allowed for movement. It was elegant, modern, and undeniably regal, just perfect for a Queen.

Unexpectedly, Professor Jasmine, a werewolf - human fashion icon with an uncanny ability to spot talent, stood up, her eyes alight with excitement and delight, as if she had just discovered an oasis after wandering a desert for ages. "Ms. Thea, the outfit on your model is crafted from Dormeuil fabric—the same used in coats for Queen Elizabeth—and features a crown adorned with dazzlingly valuable jewels. This ensemble, valued in the eight - figure range, carries no trace of ostentation or extravagance. It perfectly captures the allure of Oriental femininity. Your design has truly touched my heart. In the werewolf - human fashion world, such a harmonious blend of cultures and luxury is rare."

But Lucien, in his perverse control, had deemed it necessary to fill my wardrobe with hues of vibrant yellows, pinks, and blues. Resigned, I select a royal yellow gown that catches my eye. Its flowing fabric and intricate embroidery hint at its regal origins. As I slip into the dress, its vibrant hue envelopes me, casting a golden glow upon my skin. I cannot deny the allure it bestows, the way it accentuates my features and commands attention.

Pete said, and I lowered my gaze. Four hours later, we were ready. Hair, make-up, nails, jewelry, the whole ordeal, we were only waiting for the tailor to come and help us with the finishing touches on the dresses. The Royal Pack's colors were cobalt blue and silver. It was tradition for Luna to wear the pack colors, so I chose a princess-style dress. The bodice was strapless, with a heart-shaped neckline, then it opened up to a flowing skirt with uneven ruffles, in soft silk chiffon, in different shades of blue. Accentuating my waist is a silver crystal-beaded belt to complement the look. The hairdresser braided my hair in a loose braid and pinned silver crystals around the braid. My make-u

she admonished and my eyes went wide before I hurriedly picked the traditional cloth in question to see for myself. "Hell no ! I ain't wearing something so see through,” I blurted out and totally forgot about the frowning villain of my victim ears. Ouch. “AAAAHHHHH” With ears throbbing like the red siren of a fire engine, I glared back at the Tribal Queen and asked her, "Why would anyone make robes meant for the royalty like Kim Kardashian's dress ?!"