Royale High Outfits Novels & Stories

Brawen rushed over. Chris' voice came from the dragon's wings: "Change clothes, want to see?". “…” A little later, from the dragon's wings, a real white horse prince appeared, oh no, I'm afraid the white horse prince in the fairy tales can't be compared with Chris. The black royal suit designed for a straight prince reveals his tall and perfect body, neat golden dresses attached to the sides of the shirt, even the shoulder pads are meticulously made, in the back, the shirt white cape fluttering in the wind. This is the royal aura that surpasses the world.

With my skin refreshed and rejuvenated, I turned my attention to getting dressed. I reminded myself to keep a low profile, so I chose a simple outfit, something an omega would wear. I selected a humble cloth, nothing fancy or extravagant, just a plain but clean and comfortable garment. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, especially not as a princess in disguise. My goal was to blend in, to be just another omega, not to stand out as royalty. With my outfit chosen, I dressed quickly, making sure to look as unassuming as possible.

He trailed off sighing. "Let’s go pay our respect to our Alpha." Raiden said with a wink at me. "Let’s go." I said, my heart was thudding as I looked towards the royals. The king and queen looked regal, and for once the king had his long hair braided back, a crown sat upon it. He was dressed in smart pants and a patterned black and silver jacket in the colours of the pack. The queen too looked regal in silver and purple with a crown upon her head.

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.

The room seemed to come alive, each element meticulously chosen to create an atmosphere of grandeur and majesty. Caleb, dressed in his royal attire, exuded a commanding presence. His regal robes were a tapestry of deep blues and rich purples, adorned with intricate embroidery and shimmering gemstones that caught the light. His broad shoulders and confident posture showcased his strength and authority, while his kind eyes and warm smile revealed his compassionate nature.

“And let me remind all of you of something.” She pointed at my outfit. “The outfit she’s wearing, as simple as it looks, is probably worth more than all of your clothes right now, combined! They are custom pieces from top-tier designers made for her comfort. All courtesy of Alpha Craig.” Keegan’s face darkens. His jaws and fist clenches, but my focus right now is on my clothes. I look down at it like I am floating. “What?” I ask silently while trying to focus and keep myself composed, not acting as if I’m on fire and changing my clothes in an instant.

Praises flew from everywhere around the room and outside cause people already enter just to caught the glimpse of the Prince since a lot of them didn't know him. The praise singers where praising the two couple from the outside. Nawal gaze at him surprised by his appearance cause she clearly told him not to come here. Assessing his dressing, he did wore white Kaftan with babanriga, the riga had an ash color embroidery on it, she gaze at his leg and realize he is not wearing shoes. He most have remove it when he was coming in. He have his Rolex watch on his hand then ash color cap. He look so handsome calling him a Greek god wouldn't do him any justice.

“Mhmm. And I’m not hopelessly in love with Raja! Now how about we get out of these riding habits and put something more comfortable on. I got us something special for tonight.” I tugged at the buttons on the corset-like top of the dress I was wearing. “Almost anything would be better than what we’re wearing!” “Agreed,” she laughed. “I had Raja get us some silk trousers, and some cute little bra-like tops. Yours is sea-green and mine is saphire blue. The girls have matching ones except their tops cover their entire torso.” “That sounds like the outfit Jasmine wears in Aladdin,” I said. “That’s because our outfits were inspired by hers. Now, let’s get changed and I’ll meet you in the living ro

I pick the note up and read it, ‘This is a great honour to us, This is the closest we have to Royal attire, I hope it is acceptable for you.’ With the fact that I saw very few females out in the town, I am just a little worried about what he considered acceptable Royal attire. Now, true Royal attire would be long sleeves with a high neck and a long puffed-out skirt. I, however, prefer the long simple but elegant slip dresses Master Jeremiah liked me wearing.

The thought of Aunt Eliza walking here doesn’t scare me; the fact that she might force me to go downstairs in my PJs does. “Fine, I am getting out of bed. How much longer will Daxton be?” I ask and a second later, the water gets turned off. “I’ll be done in a few minutes.” I walk into the walk-in closet to grab some clothes and I giggle when I realize that I no longer have to wear a uniform. However, I feel that as the Royal Beta, I need to have some formal attire to wear to meetings, visits and whatnot. It takes me a few minutes to find the two-piece suit I bought after leaving Shadow Valley Pack. I wanted something new and unconventional for myself.