Two Queens In A King Size Bed Novels & Stories

He opens it, revealing a huge bedroom. “This is technically the King’s suite, but my mother prefers the Queen’s suite downstairs. So my parents use that, and once I turned sixteen, this became my space.” The bed is enormous—a four-poster in pale oak with dark-blue sheets. The room itself is so big you could run a full track meet in here. Light oak floors, a cream rug, and a seating area by a fireplace give it a sense of luxury.

she replied, looking for an excuse. “Shower? In my room?” asked Juan, confused. “Is your bathroom broken? Is there a problem with the water heater?” he continued, wanting to be sure. Maia shook her head. “Did you forget that you already agreed?” “Agreed to what?” Juan still didn't understand. "Agreed that we would sleep together. That means we would share a room, including the bathroom." “But I forgot to ask where you wanted us to sleep. That's why I'm waiting here,“ Maia replied without guilt. ”What kind of husband and wife sleep separately?“ she added.

We talk about small things, simple things, and I find comfort in her presence. She is kind to me. Truly kind. Not like the others. Time slips away without me noticing. Until suddenly The doors open. King Idra and Queen Viola rush inside. “Mother,” Idra says, his voice sharp with concern. “The guards said you fainted.” The Queen Mother smiles softly. “I was not feeling well,” she replies. “I am getting old.” Her gaze shifts. First to me. Then to Idra. “I want to have grandchildren.” The words fall into the room like a stone.

It was kind of weird, but I was trying to work with it. The door she opened led to a nice room, there was a queen sized bed, the wood was pine, and the bedding was a homemade quilt, with a lot of different colors. There were matching end tables, and a lamp on each. There were hardwood floors, and several rugs were thrown around. There was a chest of drawers, a desk, and two other doors I could see.

He continues as we step into the kitchen and grow closer to the doors and the balcony overlooking the sea and as I prepare myself for the view, he beelines and brings me to the stairs instead. Mean. I think, wondering if he understood that that was the thing I wanted a closeup of the most. “These are the stairs that lead to the second floor.” He says now, leading me up the stairs. “And this is where we will be sleeping.” Nodding, I let my gaze travel across the landing, taking in the large king size bed with a red comforter with black filigri and fluffy pillows with black satin cases. Beneath the bed is a fluffy white rug that saves our feet from having to touch cold linoleum first thing in

“I hope it wasn’t anything else I did…” “It’s what I did,” he says with a shrug, refilling his glass from a decanter on a side table. The king’s room couldn’t be more different from the queen’s. While I’m over there in a dollhouse built out of cupcakes, he’s practically drowning in a pool of testosterone. The four-four-posters are topped with finials of carved wooden antlers. Mounted deer heads look down on us from every wall, and a taxidermied cougar is caught mid-spring above the enormous mantle.

I know he wants to do unmentionable acts with me since we are mates but the man must respect my need to remain unsoiled from his or my lust. Irritated, I went to the end of the hall and watched Axel slide the key card unlocking our room. Once we entered I noticed the problem right away. Only one queen-sized bed sat in the middle of the room. Side-eyeing him I scoffed as I gestured to the furnishings.

Step back into the room on the second floor. Before climbing the stairs, Carver inspected the room which intrigued him. The regular room has a king size bed with white sheets. Violeth also glanced through the gap in the cavity of the slightly open bedroom door. Violeth knew what a wide bed was for, she only glanced at Carver occasionally in silence.

I used to look in the mirror in a good light, so I always put my dresser closer to the window. This is the king's bedroom, and according to tradition, the Queen's things should not be here. The queen has her own bedroom. When the king wanted to sleep with the queen, he would go to her bedroom. If not, he could choose to spend the night with other women. The queen had no choice but to wait for the king at dusk every day. But Nuri had turned the room into a bedroom for two, which meant he was breaking another tradition. He made the king and queen more like a couple.

Lily opened them, revealing a room that took my breath away. The bedroom was enormous, far larger than any I had ever seen. The walls were painted in soft, calming hues, and the furnishings were both elegant and comfortable. A king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, its headboard upholstered in rich, deep blue velvet. The bed was made up with luxurious linens, a combination of crisp white sheets and a thick, sumptuous duvet. Piles of pillows added an inviting touch, making it look like the perfect place to collapse and let the world fade away.