15th Century Doublet Novels & Stories

“I believed he was only bluffing when he said he had the perfect dress in mind. Who would have thought he would be right about something.” “Which is?” “A plan to make you the most beautiful queen of the century.” Chuckling, I leaned on him, just as Fred appeared by his side, dressed just like Blue, like a medieval king. They wore fitted, velvet doublets in a deep, rich burgundy, adorned with intricate gold threading that complemented the embroidery on my gown. The doublets accentuated their broad shoulders and chiselled chests. Their sleeves were long and flowing, with slight puffing at the shoulders, adding a touch of regality. They embellished the cuffs with delicate, sparkling gemstones t

“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.”

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.

I extend my hand and pluck out a box of tea with a vivid painting of a ballroom and nobility from the regency era. The labeling states Royal British Earl Grey. Oooh, Interesting! I'd like to try this sometime. Placing it back, my eyes drift to a box with a painting of a silver dragon soaring over an emerald European countryside. A determined-looking medieval knight clad in armor sits atop the dragon's neck. The Knights' dark blue surcoat whipped in the wind behind him, a blue Christian Cross in the middle of his doublet. Sword raised in one hand while in the other a shield covered with the same Cross. Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet.