This is essentially what a bedroom looks like in my story (though it's much wider). Two solid walls and two others covered with these open archways. But I'm struggling to write it so that it makes sense. Any pointers?
Ok first of all, I now know what I want for my dream bedroom. You could describe it as open air. I don't know, but I would probably describe the room based on directional views from inside it. What does the character see when on the bed? While sitting at the vanity?
I do that. There are balconies on either side of the archways, and I refer to each of them as the east or west balcony. One overlooks the city, the other overlooks the country. But it's proving difficult to describe "walls" when they're really just a line of archways. Yanno? Plus, some are shorter than others, more like windows than doorways.
A colonnade style bedroom, its high ceiling supported by ornate and proud alabaster columns, each arched precisely to the other. All grand inside too with a marbled open space that's purposely mezzanined fore and aft to afford views of the city and countryside.
Really, what was the curious slogan scripted over the way to Geoffrey's chamber, and in this place of such atmosphere, she stroked her neck.
It reminds me of something either from an Italian Villa, or of a Romanesque inspiration. Though I would like to think there would be windows on a bedroom that lavish and extravagant, otherwise it would be littered with all sorts of things you would not want in there. Otherwise that is what I would describe it as in terms of what it looks like, using the main features of the room itself. It was of columns that held the ceiling high and off the marble floor, and the large panes of glass filling the archways of the ornate pillars.
A columnated breezeway that the garden was starting to claim. Vines had already woven through the archways.
Four stumps, thick, cold stumps, stretched to an ornate high roof, decorated in our legends of antiquity. I touched the clasp of my toga, and caught by gust it flew seawards, my message clear to Mark Anthony. 'Huh, hmm, huh, huh, errr,' he said, spirit forces caught in his throat. The senator tore at his groinplate, and candle lit, draped the plate across my full Arabian breasts. 'Retain modesty of Aristotle,' he said, his penis swinging in shadow, the one horizontal stump climbed this house of vertical attraction. I knew how it would not be long, how our bath time together, how a dozen individual slaves attending to our sexual whims would bring us to the verge of very, very burst on this mountain top, under gods. Oh do shut up, dick head.
If you're on a PC alt+printscreen ought to take a screenshot @Lea`Brooks, you can then paste into an image editing program and save as a jpeg. It'll be worth the effort (purely from my selfish perspective as I'm curious). I've seen that story before ^ in The Roman Times – it ran over 4 column inches.
Ha-ha! I figured it out. Observe: Preferably, the brown fences in arches would be stone fences. But I don't have the option to do that.
Fab–but (as mentioned on a concurrent thread) poss a bit draughty. If that bed were mine I'd be draping the 4 poster with material all diaphanous like for excluding mozzies and a more secure sense of snug. Stop press. Cue Twilight Zone leitmotif. Wifey here has just loaded up Minecraft and by strange coincidence is crafting something similar (not asked for her motive); I was peering into this writing forum world at your image while over the lid of laptop something quite similar is being worked on in another virtual arena. I think it's spooked me a little.
The room was large, tiled in marble, with a small fireplace at one end. Two of the walls were colonnades; beyond them lay balconies.
