Slytherin Bedding 소설 & 이야기

Finally, we come to a stop as we approach a ladder. As we climb, I nudge the stone tile above us, shifting it to the side. I climb up and then reach my hand down for Hope's. Hope looks around in awe and amazement, 'This bedroom is incredible,' she whispers. The walls and floor are stone, with red velvet curtains on the windows. The bed is a large four-poster wooden bed with white drapes hanging down. The bedding is gold in colour and made from the finest silk. Many elegant tapestries decorate the walls with stunning banners. My favourite is the large one of a wolf and a Lycan. 'This is our room,' I say to her. I’m thrilled she loves our chambers.

The King-sized bed was in the middle of the room and was fitted with black and gold bedding. There were also three different bookcases filled to the brim with grimoires, histories, and anything else I could find with the Felonia line which was the one I hailed from. It was a very powerful line of witches, so this was my personal stash whereas the libraries downstairs housed everything else to help train magic.

"You owe me a bed. A real one. Somewhere with sheets that didn't come out of a wolf pack's supply closet." He looked at her. Felt the thing that didn't have a name move through him with its usual force. "I'll get you sheets," he said. "Whatever you want." "Silk," she said immediately. "Done." "Egyptian cotton if the silk isn't available." "Eirwen." "High thread count, Dom, I've been sleeping on—"

I was wondering what he was going to do to me, but the room made me distraught. The Lycan King’s playroom was a seductive blend of primal luxury and dark indulgence, designed to ignite the senses. The walls were crafted from smooth, dark stone, their surfaces veined with shimmering silver that glinted faintly in the dim lighting. Deep crimson and black dominated the decor, with lush velvet drapes framing tall, narrow windows that allowed just enough moonlight to filter in. A massive, custom-made bed rested in the center, its four obsidian posts carved with intricate wolf motifs. Chains and silken ropes hung discreetly from above, ready for use, yet elegantly arranged to blend with the decor.

I will play the same sordid game and gain his affection like my sister. Racing to my room, everyone asleep at the stroke of twelve. Carefully taking off my clothes and slipping on the nightdress, a silky midnight blue number that I stole from Bellatrix. Surveying my surroundings to ensure that they were sleeping, pulling the pink perfume bottle and bathing myself in the flowery scent, coughing at the intensity.

Cuffe asks again. "Yes. We already told you, Mr. Cuffe. My wife, Selena, inherited the magic title from Salazar and Helga, so she technically is Lady Slytherin and Lady Hufflepuff too." Just to make a point about what Erik just told Mr. Cuffe, Selena raised her right hand to the air and made the same grabbing gesture that Erik had made earlier during the interview. A silver longsword encrusted with emeralds and an Olde English inscription in the blade's body appeared in her delicate hand, shocking the two guests from the Daily Prophet.

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

I shook away the thought of her as I made my way back to my room—or our room, since I'd been bunked with Tyrion. Apparently, we were grouped according to our partners. In the prince's smug words: "If you chose them, you must trust them enough to let them sleep beside you. Note that if you are deemed unfit for the games, you won't leave the palace for the Academy but would be sent back home to your respective packs." And that was why I knew I wasn't getting a wink of sleep tonight with Tyrion beside me when it had been less than forty-eight hours since I threatened to out him. My jaw clenched at the memory of his face when I'd cornered him—the way his eyes had hardened with something that loo

I recalled dropping it on the floor out of fright. I looked around the room. It looked like a presidential suite, with plush carpets and dark curtains. It had some minimal decorations, a large king sized bed, and a mahogany desk at the side with an elegant leather chair. One look at the cold room made me imagine the only person who could possibly use this room, Morgan.

The rich, mahogany furnishings gleamed softly in the dim light, exuding opulence. A massive, intricately carved four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its silk canopy cascading elegantly to the floor. The sheets were a silky, midnight blue, contrasting beautifully with the deep, chocolate-colored wood. Plush pillows adorned the headboard, beckoning me to sink into their embrace.