Royale High Outfits Novels & Stories

He had dreamt of this moment for so long, yearned for the day when he would take up the mantle of leadership. Baron swiftly moved to Oswald's side, his hands deftly assisting in the task of dressing the prince for his important appearance. He smoothed out the wrinkles in Oswald's royal garments, making sure every button was in place and every fold perfectly aligned. The attire was regal, a deep crimson velvet robe with gold trimmings, symbolizing his status as the future king. The intricate embroidery depicted the royal crest, a majestic lion with a crown resting upon its head. Baron's eyes softened as he glanced at Oswald, seeing the weight of responsibility etched upon his face. "You look

SOMA We eventually reach, and I’m overwhelmed by the many options. It’s a gigantic leap from having only the same outfit to being forced to choose something new for each day. Thankfully, I have Jade on my side. She’s worked long enough in the palace to know what’s fitting for royals. She selects items ranging from pants to jeans, dresses to gowns, robes to jackets, boots to heels, and many more.

She thought that if he became the ruler of the country in the future, he would make the nation a paradise… "Cordelia, what's wrong?" Cordelia broke out of her trance. She had somehow gone to the internal palace with Alexander. "This is the dressing room for the royal family." Alexander pulled an outfit from somewhere and passed it to her. "Get changed." Cordelia was surprised. The outfit he produced was the traditional Southeast Aciatic short-sleeved blouse and narrow skirt. It was very well made with a gold threaded hem and tiny pearls hanging off it. The two butterflies embroidered on the pale pink satin looked real.

With sophisticated golden elements and white walls and ceiling, a separate shower and a bathtub vast enough for ten people Hope felt like leaving in a mystical land. Once she was done washing her body with the sweet scented waters she wrapped herself with a robe and maneuvered into the closet. She thought about her look for a while and decided to go with warm, natural and sleek. A white less layered long dress, a pearl necklace and silver earrings looked a perfect combination so she went ahead with it. She sat in her glamor room and styled her hair into a limp twisted side ponytail and applied a glossy lip balm. She sighed in satisfaction and put on her silver sandals, not forgetting her sym

Chapter 7 Meeting the King "As I hear the news that Kie's father's private jet has landed, my nerves begin to flutter like a bird's wings. I'm upstairs, and after a hot shower, wrapped in a towel, frantically searching for the perfect outfit to meet a king. My closet seems to mock me, offering nothing but dull options. I couldn't bring myself to part with my mom's clothes, still treasured after the funeral. So, I venture into her closet, and my eyes land on a showstopper - a stunning black gown adorned with what appears to be diamonds, designed to accentuate my curves. Next, I tackle my hair, waving my wand in a flurry of motion, trying out different styles before settling on a messy, pulled

‘’Not at all princess, I would have had to wear something else if I was officially an elder but since I am only an apprentice in training for the moment, I get to choose my outfits but that is not the case with you. Every outfit you wear represents the kingdom and our activities, the reason why every dress in your closet was made and tailored just for you.’’ Laurana replied with a smile. She sounded so proud, but I could not see what was there to be proud of. ‘’So what does that have to do with me wearing royal blue this morning?’’ I asked rather pissed, not that I was not okay with the color choice for the first dress but that the green outfit for the court was getting under my skin.

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

“Helen, you could wear battle armor and Julian would still feel something. That omega just makes it harder for him to look away.” I grin at her reflection. “That’s the point.” The boutique is one of the finest in the capital—tailored to royals, nobles, and the occasional spoiled Luna-in-waiting from all packs. Today, it’s mine. I'd booked a private fitting the moment I left the palace, still buzzing from my meeting with Luna Cassandra. Evelyn sets her cup down, suddenly serious. “You’re really going to go through with this?” I glance at the work out suit again. The neckline plunges just low enough. The back shapes my perky ass daringly. It’s not meant for modesty. It’s meant to cause scandal

Three distinct choices that would give her freedom to decide how she wanted to present herself today. My hands lingered on the clothes, imagining how they would look on her. The wolf in me growled with satisfaction at providing for my mate, while the king in me recognized the political statement each outfit might make. The emerald gown would announce her as my equal, my queen. The casual outfit might help her blend in, reducing the target on her back. The formal wear struck a balance between the two.