Slytherin Bedding の小説・ストーリー

He orders me to follow him, and I do, with a sense of nervousness. Rolan’s bedroom is something out of a dream. The bedroom is beautiful, with three monumental chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting soft light over the space. In the center of the room sat a massive king-size bed draped in velvet and embroidered with gold bed skirt that dominates the room. There's an orb on the polished mahogany table table, with a realistic picture of two werewolves that seem frozen mid-leap standing in it. The room is filled with other ornaments, each one more extravagant than the last.

They also take a shot of red wine available on the table Then, Shayne brings Dexter to a big room, the master room in the castle, there is a beautiful bed there, the thick foam of the bed, make it sure, anyone who lay down there, would have a very comfortable sleep. The pillows, and all the beddings are shining white, very different from the ordinary cloth available in the market and malls in the city.

Thessaly’s bedroom was exactly the kind of sanctuary I would’ve expected from her. The walls are painted deep forest green, with golden vines curling along the borders. Crystals dangled from the ceiling like stars caught mid-fall, and books lay scattered in charming disorder across the desk and floor. A wide bay window let in honeyed light, and a hammock-style chair swung lazily beside a reading nook piled high with pillows. The bed is massive, the blankets thick and mismatched. A tapestry of a white wolf and a midnight moon hung above it.

These items would serve as reminders of happy moments and provide comfort during times of stress or anxiety. The bed in the center of the room would be adorned with the softest sheets and a plush duvet, inviting Skyler to sink into a peaceful slumber. Surrounding the bed, an array of pillows in various shapes and sizes would be arranged, offering support and comfort. A canopy draped above the bed would create a sense of coziness and privacy, allowing Skyler to retreat into her own little world.

And gasped. It wasn’t a dorm. It was a godsdamned luxury apartment. Black velvet furniture. Gothic arches. Chandeliers of obsidian and glowing quartz. A four poster bed with dark silk sheets. Floating shelves lined with ancient books and shadow lit candles. Off to the right was a door that led to a beautiful bathroom, and there was even the cutest kitchenette with a mini stove, microwave and fridge. It looked like a vampire heiress and a witch queen shared an interior designer and said “go wild.” “Maybe the room just… knows,” I whispered in awe. Zephyr did say the school was alive. The lights flickered once.

Harrington says. “Thank you.” I tell him. I take the book and sit down while the guys ask me where I want everything hung up. I tell them where I want certain items and which walls I want them on. I find the page that Harrington marked and I let out a gasp. It has a seven-piece set that I love. All the pieces are of a medium-coloured wood that has what looks like veins of gold and silver swirling within it. I can’t take my eyes off it. All the bedding would look perfect in the crib and bassinet. I show it to Brayden and I can tell that he likes it too.

Lights blazed in the sconces, driving the dark away as I went deeper in. The furniture was odd, with carvings of dragons as well as star constellations I had not noticed before. Dragons in a circle surrounded a broken crown hung above flames, the implication oppressively uncomfortable in my chest. When I went up the second floor, the panel swung open to my room. Warmer, as well as the comfort of the familiar, but shocking in size. The four-postered bed, made of what looked like petrified wood, had bedding in every imaginable shade of ember red to smoky gray. A corner desk had new parchment along with magic quills, and shelves were lined high with ancient, blank tomes to be inscribed.

Adalina I walk around the luxurious bedroom that is my prison. I take in the grandeur of the room, with its high ceilings and ornate moldings. The walls are painted a soft shade of cream and adorned with intricate gold frames. The large four-poster bed takes center stage, draped in luxurious silk sheets and fluffy pillows. The room is filled with furniture made of dark wood, with intricate carvings and plush velvet cushions. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a warm glow around the room.

Billowing curtains of crimson and onyx silk wafted in the breeze like liquid flames of darkness. A golden fire place and dark fur rug sat across the room, along with a curved sectional. Towards the left, on a platform ringed with a small staircase, was a long bar stocked with what suspiciously looked like potions. On another raised platform was a bed, larger than I had ever seen in my life. Four postered like the one in the Game Master’s room, with silken sheets and throw pillows. Possibly my favorite part was the ornate vanity with its curved mirror and padded chair. Something caught the light at the sun drifted further down the horizon, scattering rainbow fragments all along the room.

Sugar agreed brightly, “is exactly the vibe she needs. Go on, Marigold, stomp those pretty slippers. Demand something insane. Like—oh!—tell him you refuse to sleep in this chamber unless the sheets are spun from unicorn hair.” I slammed my wine glass down on the table and shot to my feet, pointing a dramatic finger at Gregor. “You! Alpha Brood Machine! These sheets are peasant grade! I refuse to let my royal skin touch anything less than unicorn-thread and dragon-scale embroidery!” Gregor’s head snapped up, eyes glowing gold. “What?” Sugar cackled. “Yes! That’s it, Marigold, more drama! Pretend he’s the servant. Command him!” “Ohhh, I like this game,” I purred, sauntering toward Gregor, hips