Aemond Targaryen Outfit นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sargis I was emotionless. The heavy fabric of my ceremonial robe was adorned with intricate golden embroidery that seemed to ripple like liquid gold in the light, creating a stunning contrast against the deep, royal purple that enveloped my form. This vibrant hue cascaded dramatically behind me, flowing like a regal banner that signified both honor and the immense burden of my duty. Resting atop my head, the crown was a masterful creation, its sharp edges caught the light in a way that made it seem almost alive, sparkling with a fierce radiance. Each jagged point and gem told a story of power, forged in the deep crucible of bloodshed and steeped in the weight of ancient legacies.

I have a blue cape that reaches my knees, and long armored white boots that cover above my knees. Val wears almost the same design as mine, but her armored color combines red, black and yellow. Her cape is red, and her armor was black and yellow. “This is our battle attire, Azrael. Stop gawking at Alice's cleavage. Tsk.” Val said while smirking, and Azrael’s face turned beet red that made us laugh. Azrael is wearing a black armor attire which has a hidden weapon he could use in case of emergency. He requested that on the bladesmith and crafter.

So they knew everything up until how the old man and I knew each other. At the moment I was getting dressed in my uniform. Black bodysuit with gold on the arms and legs, paired with a black hooded cloak with gold accents. Don’t know why but all the time I got dressed in any of my uniforms I looked like a warrior from the medieval times. My hair cascaded down my back.

That strange shimmer I had noticed over their clothing grew until the crisp and elegant lines of their suits morphed into armored plates and thick leather straps. They covered their chest and torso and ran over their shoulders to their lower backs. Apollo’s was the same shade of bronze as his hair, while Helion wore a suit of pure gold. Cains was dark as night itself, and Erebos silver armor sparkled merrily. Each had designs etched into the metal, too small and elaborate for me to make out. “Protect the crowds without killing the dragons. I’m getting her out of here, then I’ll be back.” I tensed at Dain’s words and pulled myself from his grasp.

Ore remarked with a disdainful look and her two roommates tried their best to hold their snort before they get punished for it Lastly, Prince Jaqen came out in a blue robe with nothing on it, it was plain from head to toe and his hair was packed in a ponytail, he was holding his sword at the right hand and his bow bag was hanging at the right hand of Derib who was walking closely beside him “If this Prince wasn’t as wicked as the devil himself, I would have sold my soul to acquire his love because he is effortlessly handsome” Alexa blushed as she placed her hands on both cheeks in admiration

Kaja huffed before walking away from us. Vincenzo dragged me to sit on the couch. He was still worried that I was hurt somewhere. Prince Aemond returned soon afterward. The party was back to its normal state. This time, he came back with the little princess. Amara had changed her messy clothes and wore a beautiful navy blue gown like me. She cracked a smile and ran from his father's arms, " Sweet aunty!" She dashed into my arms and hugged me. I hugged back in return and put her on my lap. Prince Aemond smiled, sitting in front of us,

Even more nervous now, I went to the roof, where Damon was waiting for me- Oh, and he is stunning. Majestic at least, with his wings fully exposed. A short cloak’s edges held by epaulets with the same model as mine. It went down to the mid of his strong tights. Simple pants and knee-high boots, and a close bodied shirt which highlighted his perfect body made me growl in possessiveness. His clothes were also perfectly black. A massive sword hung at his hip in silvery sheath, as well as a shorter dagger. Damon’s long hair was bounded in a high ponytail with a large silver ring. Some strands falling onto his neatly shaved face.

As he applied a fresh dressing, he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude that the injury was not more severe. Once satisfied with the bandage, Ashier turned his attention to his attire for the day. He selected a regal ensemble befitting his status as the pack's leader. The clothes were made of rich, deep blue fabric with intricate golden embroidery along the edges. The royal crest adorned the buttons of his coat, symbolizing his authority and lineage. His trousers were tailored to perfection, allowing for both comfort and elegance. Completing the look was a silver wolf pendant, a symbol of his pack's strength and unity, hanging from a chain around his neck.

# Tamsin Eventide Prince Tamsin Eventide let the maid help him into his ceremonial clothes. His fine suit of navy velvet with moons and stars embroidered with silver thread fit his slender, athletic frame perfectly. His soft, black boots and heavy black cloak completed the look. He wouldn’t let her touch his hair. She’d insist on braiding it or some other over the top hairstyle. He didn't want that.

No one else apart from Theon, me and Madelia, knew the true purpose of our journey. I now stood to the side on deck, the cold morning wind blowing through my hair that was braided into a loose fish plait, my hands folded behind me, dressed in a long-sleeved jacket with matching deep blue coloured pants and knee-high boots. Under my jacket, I wore a black corset top that left plenty of my cleavage on show. I planned to give Theon an answer today and I wanted his attention on me.