Aemond Targaryen Outfit Novels & Stories

And that’s when I almost stopped walking. He was wearing crimson, the same deep red color I had on. Gold embroidery on the cuffs and collar. A lion on his chest. A wolf clasp holding his cape. He looked powerful, handsome, enchanted, and hot. He looked like the true King he is. My chest tightened. Tara… What did you do? Did she know he would wear this color? Did she plan it on purpose? We looked like we belonged together. We looked like two pieces of the same crown.

“Of course.” I took a breath and fastened the last of my jewelry. Hair tied into a sleek updo, with a few strategically-placed strands left loose to frame my face. Crimson red lipstick—the kind that stains anything it touches. This was war paint. “They won’t expect me, will they?” I asked. “They won’t,” Aemond grinned, then extended his arm. “Shall we?” I slipped my hand around his arm, feeling Sebastian’s eyes trail after me like a ghost. Aemond didn’t miss it either—he smirked, amused by the jealousy he was clearly provoking.

It made me wonder if that was what was truly keeping him going. Aemond’s men marched us up a narrow slope until the trees thinned, revealing a jagged mouth of a cave. Cold wind slithered out from inside, brushing my damp neck and raising a shiver. Aemond signaled with two fingers, and his men tightened their hold on me. And that was when I saw him. A man kneeling at the mouth of the cave. His hands bound behind his back, a rough burlap sack over his head. His clothes… his clothes looked like Morris’s. The dark tunic, the familiar boots, the broad shoulders.

It was Adrian, resplendent in his attire, exuding an air of confident charm that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Adrian's stature commanded attention, standing tall and proud amidst the swirling sea of guests. He wore a tailored black tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and sculpted physique, the epitome of masculine elegance. The deep burgundy accessories adorning his ensemble perfectly matched the color of Amelia's gown, creating an exquisite harmony that seemed almost fated.

he said, his voice flat and devoid of the warmth from moments ago. Amelia made her way back to the storage room and looked through the shelves and boxes, until the finally found a long, dark blue tunic and a grey cloak. The tunic was filly closed across her chest and extended downward, concealing her legs completely. The grey cloak that hung over her shoulders fell heavily around her body and was fastened at the collar with a round decorative clasp. She quickly put those closed on and then returned to Luz. “Yeah, I did,” she said walking closer to him. “So, I guess we will have to carry her…” he stood, the bronze plate of his armour settling with a dull clink. He looked down at Estrela, the

Their control. Perhaps a part of me always wanted to become like them. That was why I had prepared an outfit inspired by them years ago, almost as though I already knew a day like this would eventually arrive. I walked toward the hidden wardrobe by the side of my room and opened it slowly. There it was. A deep crimson red leather outfit. Tight fitted bodice reinforced like armor that hugged my waist perfectly. A high collar neckline that made me appear colder and more dangerous. Long leather gloves stretching past my elbows.

He told me earlier that he wants to enter the arena looking like a king, like an alpha already. "Let me help you with this," I say, reaching for the first layer of his outfit. The ceremonial regalia is impressive. Bright leather pants that fit him perfectly- he picked the colour himself just to draw attention to himself. The leader pant is a sharp blue that fits his skin tone perfectly. Then I help him to wear his shirt, a blue shirt with a shiny threading that catches the light. Over it all, a long black coat with silver wolf emblems embroidered along the edges. It is the kind of outfit that makes a he- wolf look like he was born to rule. He looks so royal

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.