15th Century Doublet Novels & Stories

As if their educated opinions ever counted for anything. During the debate the Provost mentioned how medieval lords hired mercenary troops (landsknect) who employed "double pay" men (doppelsoldner). That hit a nerve, "You know, somebody called me doppelsoldner this summer." She got the reference and laughter a bit too hard, almost choking on her brie.

“He said somethin’ about some writin’, too. A riddle, the kind this town likes to leave behind for others to find.” “From Thomas’ description, the clothing is 16th Century. The square neck sounds like a kirtle and the bonnet, a coif. Peasant garb, in fact. Interesting about the birthmark, seems quite strange. It may be mentioned in some of the books I have at the library. An online search might pull something up too. I’m guessing The Newshounds are already on this though?” Maud didn’t answer and Agnes filled in the blanks. “Are you saying they’re not involved in this, Maud?”

He asks, arches a brow He’s dressed in formal attire for once. His doublet, tailored to perfection, is made from fabrics green velvet so dark it looks almost black. It is embellished with elaborate patterns, intricate gold threadwork, and exquisite buttons crafted from what must be gold as well. He’s wearing breeches and long boots of white leather. On his head is a hat of the same velvet, two voluminous feathers on it along with an array of emeralds. I arch my brow back at him “That’s a stupid hat.”

Letitia kept her hand on the door handle and turned her back on Samuel while he was changing his clothes. Samuel said, "This was an everyday outfit in the Renaissance period, so of course I needed to do it myself." Letitia nodded, feeling that her knowledge had increased. Samuel straightened the folds on the dress. The classical Renaissance costume was a pain to wear, but when worn well, the layers and sleeves flowed, giving it a sense of aristocratic style. Letitia saw the trouble he was making and went around to help him straighten his hair. Although it was a wig, it looked just like real hair, long enough to reach his waist but not too feminine, a bit like a chivalrous swordsman.

In silence, she deciphered the inscriptions still legible on the vaults, at least those not written in Latin. One of them, dating from 1707, was surmounted by a statue of the viscount of the time, in a Roman general's toga, which contrasted strangely with his high wig. There was also a handsome 14th-century recumbent bed, depicting the Boyle of that era reclining beside his wife, a greyhound at his feet. “And here... is the grave of Ivan, your husband's twin brother, next to their parents' grave," said Lucas. He pointed to a spot decorated with a temporary wooden plaque, painted with the family coat of arms.

ELIZA’S POV The sun filtered through the leaves as I led them through the path that opened to the estate's central courtyard. My voice was steady even though I was still angry at Isabella’s words. But I refused to let her throw me off. Not now. "This crest here," I said, pointing toward carving on the archway above us, "dates back to the Second Era. You’ll notice the intertwined serpent and flame motif. It was often used by noble families who had ties to both the Elemental and Shadow clans. But what’s most fascinating is that this specific design only appears in a handful of manuscripts. One in particular—the Fourth Edition of The Northern Chronicle."

Don't forget, conquering opponents in bed is ingrained in the Wiratama family, directly proportional to getting rid of opponents in the business world. I removed the remaining fabric from Milly's body as I touched the entire surface of her skin with weak finger taps. Channeling a puff of breath, tracing the dampness of her sweat-coated pores. Milly shuddered, goose bumps rising, the fine hair along her arms. I, too, stripped naked, draped myself behind Milly who straddled Aryo, while squeezing her every-woman pride that didn't fit in the palm of my hand. Like a solid jelly that could wiggle.