White Robe Romane & Geschichten

And no, I couldn’t help the way my eyes bulged when I saw him. “Damn, man!” Stella exclaimed out loud. “You clean up nice!” And that was an understatement! Black velvet fell across his broad shoulders, embroidered with silver colored threads that caught the light like moonlight on water. The edges of the robe were lined with fur, stark white that made the dark fabric even more commanding.

The robes had a cross embroidered on the chest, and a long sword with a cross-shaped hilt tied to their waists. They lined up in a row after getting down, expressions stern. At last, the man in the same white robes but a red cape with gold hems got out and faced the square. Karl exchanged a glance with Dawson and Cameron and headed towards the man. Dawson and Cameron followed closely behind as well. "We welcome the Red Archbishop of the Church of Holy Illuminati. Is anything the matter?" Karl asked the man. The pope looked at Karl's clothes. They were the same white robes, with a fire dragon stitched on the chest, as well as a r

she replied. Her hands paused for a moment before she added softly, “Remember what I said. It is only ceremony. Just stand beside him. Do the ritual. Smile if you can.” I looked at my reflection in the mirror. “Smile,” I repeated. It sounded strange. Paula finished with my hair and moved to the robes. When she lifted them, I finally saw them properly. They were heavy and layered with dark embroidery that looked almost black. The sleeves were long and wide, and the collar rose high around the neck.

Her expression is unreadable as she extends it toward me. "Here, wear this and come downstairs," she barks before turning on her heel and walking away. I stare after her, then glance down at the fabric in my hands. "What is that?" Kira asks, her curiosity piqued. I unfold it slowly, running my fingers over the smooth, cool material. "It looks like a dress… or some kind of ceremonial robe." It’s white, lined with silver embroidery that glows faintly in the dim light of my room and a hood is attached to the back, giving it an almost mystical appearance.

I might take the robe, perhaps borrow it until I have time to send it back. Before I could move, I saw him dive underwater. The moment he disappeared under the surface, I turned straight to the rock. I didn't wait any longer. I grabbed the robe, discarded my shabby rags, and threw the robe across my naked body. As soon as it fell into my hands, I ran my fingers over it. It felt insanely soft. The crimson robe was as smooth as silk and as airy as cotton, and had little embroidered seams stitched over it. The cloth was slightly gleaming. What a nice robe, and it fitted me well. It was as though a gift from heaven.

It was Cealy who entered. He saw that she was carrying five bundles of what seems to be made of the same fragile cloth Aefstine had received his robe in as a gift on the first night. He walked up to them and before she could say anything, pawed at the cloth until they all but dissolved in his hands and yes, five new robes going from red, blue, green, white and lavender. All beautiful and long robes. Maudians must not have been accustomed to robes because, much like the first one, they all had laces in the back where they could be untied.

I bow to him once again and turn to make my journey home. As I make my way through the gates of the estate, I see the servants at work in the garden pulling herbs. My mother is standing on the balcony on the second floor as she gives directions and measurements for what is needed. As I notice her attire my mind snaps to attention at her ceremonial robe. The robe she wears consist of the swirls of many shades of blue. Any movement of the fabric makes an effect of flowing water. As a healer she would only wear these robes when she was out of options for the medicines she bottled, and someone was close to death.

The last thing I need is people thinking I have lost my mind. Soon after, I get dressed. The maids dress me in the first robe, which will be worn on entry to the coronation and later at other ceremonies. I hadn't realized that Inauguration services require tons of robes and garments. There's an anointing gown – a simple and austere garment that will be worn during the anointing. The first robe with which symbolizes the derivation of Royal authority from the people. Currently, I am dressed in the main robe worn during the ceremony and used during the Crowning. Then, I have on a scraf and gloves which accompanies the main robe.

Cassiopeia Nyx "You look beautiful, Luna" I glanced at Rori, her long hair ruffled all over face as she smiled, the warmth exuding from her fought against the chills developing in my spine. My coronation day. Luna Queen. I ran my fingers over the soft fabric of the ceremonial robe that had been prepared for me. a deep green with intricate brown stitching and embroidery, at the sleeves and bottom of the robes, there was a small forest carefully embroidered.

he snickered. I shot him a warning glance, though I couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped. “Just find the robes, Lucas.” We moved deeper into the boutique, sifting through racks filled with ceremonial robes. The fabrics shimmered faintly from the pack magic imbued in their threads. Each garment felt like it carried its own legacy, as if it had been woven with purpose. One robe, in particular, caught my eye—a gleaming white garment adorned with intricate moon-blessed silver threading. I reached out to touch it, warmth instantly blooming against my fingertips.