palace - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The palace had architecture like no other in the district. The reigning monarch some three centuries earlier had shipped in an architect from an overseas district. She knew his ideas, although perhaps common where he came from, would be sufficiently exotic in her kingdom to inspire awe in the populous. And so instead of the peaks in the roof, she had gold domed towers instead. She had an open porch at the front held up with most ostentatiously detailed pillars, painted in brilliant white. Inside there were no doors on the ground floor, only arches. The flagstone floor had been shipped in also and was made with a stone of soft blue hues that had never before been seen in the district. After completion it's designer had been executed to ensure he could never make a replica.
The palace was an old country mansion that had been extended over the centuries. It now had four sides around a central quadrangle and over five hundred rooms. It took a small army of servants to upkeep such a large abode and indeed most of the rooms were ever used. The monarch dwelled in only one corner on one floor and rarely stepped foot in the rest of her dwelling. But the palace was a status symbol, it set her above the peasants and that is where she needed to be, separate, apart, superior, untouchable.
The palace was high upon the hill overlooking the town, it's many pointed towers giving it the look of an eccentric crown. The walls were a white stone that glistened in the summer sun and the roof was grey slate. It was as big as twenty of the ordinary houses of the town and employed a good number of the townsfolk as servants. Around the palace were the horse pastures and kitchen gardens for the royal family, and around that was a stone wall topped with iron spikes and guarded day and night.
The prince had never been out of the palace or it's grounds. For him all floors were marble, what else would they be? All stair rails were ornate mahogany, carved and polished so that it shined. Family portraits were painted in oils and hung in gold frames. Furniture was all handmade by master craftsmen. Nothing ever got dirty. He had never seen dust in his seventeen years of life. The air was scented with fresh flowers every day of the year, yet he had never seen a flower ever die or wilt. Food was always perfect and served precisely on time, but he had never seen a kitchen. Each room was as big a three bedroom apartment and came equipped with an intercom system in case he should need to call for service.
The palace from a distance looked to be made entirely of ice, but when they were close enough to touch it they could see that it was a crystal palace. It seemed to grow right out of the ground like a glacier and it reflected the light like many shards of glass in the afternoon sun.
The palace had once been a draft ridden castle with crumbling towers, but when the old king decided to split the kingdom between his twin sons it was repaired decked out in the most sumptuous carpets and fabrics to be found in this land and in the lands of the known world. Now it stood with it's thick stone walls and moat of green as a symbol of power in the region.
As the palace grew richer and more opulent, the people grew restless. Whereas they struggled to keep starvation from the door the king was adding more gold-topped towers to his already over-large abode.
The sculptures in front of the palace had been made long ago by masters of the craft. They were set on pedestals amid the water of the fountains and the perfectly manicured hedges that looked like different animals.
It was a large country house, a mansion, ornate in it's architecture and splendid in it's gardens. The queen had taken a liking to it since it was more homely than her castle and she chose to spend to much time there that they began to describe it as a palace.