White Robe の小説・ストーリー

The plate part of the bracelet is made from a jade stone, rare for a place like Ny’Thal but also a color that Robin loves. Robin does not take it off but instead places his hand down so that the item is not in his field of vision. Instead, he tugs on the wool blanket provided for him and turns around so that he faces a wall instead of the bunk bed ceiling. However, from the corner of his eye, a bright light braces from a cracked open door. The obstruction is enough to make his mind timid from the recent events. Even so, he manages to shift his body to the side of his bumped bed. Those small feet of his slap down on the stony floor but the coldness from the contraction of the outside elements

With renewed determination, Ashier got up from his bed and prepare for the pack meeting, determined to figure out the identity of his mate and the reason for her danger. Ashier walked towards his wardrobe and opened the doors, revealing an array of fine clothing. He took out his royal robes. The robes were a deep shade of maroon, trimmed with gold embroidery that depicted the symbol of his pack. The robes were made of the finest silk, which felt soft and smooth against his skin. The robe was long and flowed elegantly as he walked. The robe was also embellished with intricate beading around the edges, giving it a regal appearance.

He gestured and I quickly turned to the wind-down window. “You got to be kidding me!” The palace female Omegas had just rolled out a red carpet, graced with rose petals. At the end of it, two others held an elegant 'robe', which had embroideries at its front, so skillfully made. I knew that robe although this one's a lot sophisticated and made for royalty, I do know it. Everyone from this pack would identify this robe with just a glance. “That's a fucking wedding robe!” I lamented. This shit is real. I'm getting married.

Tonight, Amorth had been called to battle. Drying his wounds, he donned his ankle-length, hooded robe. It was plain, made of dark wool, accentuating the whiteness of his skin and hair. Tightening the rope-tie around his waist, he raised the hood over his head and allowed his red eyes to admire his reflection in the mirror. The wheels are in motion.

He’s in a hall, waiting for me with a few people. I looked at him, and he smiled. “Come and look at your wedding dress,” he said. I went to see it, it’s fantastic. A gold embroidered red robe. There were also jewels and other accessories needed to style it. I stared at it for a long moment. “Do you like it?” “Yes,” I nodded. “Good,” “What are you going to wear?” I ask him. “The white robe here,” he pointed to the other table. It is a gold and pearl embroidered white robe.

He gestured and I quickly turned to the wind-down window. “You got to be kidding me!” The palace female Omegas had just rolled out a red carpet, graced with rose petals. At the end of it, two others held an elegant 'robe', which had embroideries at its front, so skillfully made. I knew that robe although this one's a lot sophisticated and made for royalty, I do know it. Everyone from this pack would identify this robe with just a glance. “That's a fucking wedding robe!” I lamented. This shit is real. I'm getting married.

The robe would have been perfect—understated yet exquisite, exactly the sort of thing Alexander would appreciate. "Surely you could make an exception for the Beta's daughter?" Mother pressed. "I sincerely apologize," the manager replied firmly. "The client specifically requested it be held until collection." After trying several more options, I settled on a dazzling white ceremonial robe with protective runes. It wasn't subtle, but it would certainly draw attention. "White is traditionally worn by newly marked mates," the manager cautioned gently. "Perfect," I smiled, examining my reflection. "Let them think what they will."

"All four Horsemen are in place and we are ready to begin." Heath shifted anxiously in his bruised and dented, metal folding chair. Cautiously he eyed the four men standing before the group of approximately thirty-five people. Their costumes were unusual. They felt almost religious to Heath. Each man wore a floor length gown inspired robe which resembled a judge's ensemble. The colors, Heath decided, were ceremonial. The first man wore a robe of Stark white. The second man's robe was blood red. The third robe was coal black. The fourth was pale green. Each robe had a large golden horse embroidered on the left breast panel. A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection.

After that, we went back to our room to take a shower and get ready. When I finished taking a shower, I took out my uniform, gosh, it's so simple but she's beautiful, because it's just Coak with a Color gold lining on the side of its sleeve and a Campo de Iris Academy logo on its heart, she By the way, the cloak that serves as our uniform has three colors, black, white, gold, when you wear black it means you are a man, when it is white it means you are a woman, and when you wear gold it means you are one of the royalties, as for the interior, they say we will take care of our interior, even if you don't have an interior you can hahaha...

She stood up and walked towards a screen area where the wedding gown was conveniently hanging for the restorer tomorrow. Gabi sighed dreamily, she wondered what it’s like to wear one. She got the feeling she would look great being a bride. She stared at the beautiful gown long and hard. She knows Rafa and her uncle already left and the workers who were fixing the cinema had also left. The ticket guy was dozing on his throne and she was still awake. Needing a distraction from her boredom, she contemplated what might be her option. She wondered --- An inner voice keeps warning her to stop what she was thinking but the gown looks so beautiful. Nobody would know if she would try it. She was pret