Aemond Targaryen Outfit Novels & Stories

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,

"Care to test that theory, Coimheach?" A quick laugh with two beats was his only response. I took a moment to give him a once over and leaned back with my arms crossed as I admired his attire. "Well, I see you managed to successfully fasten your trousers. You almost look presentable." He was wearing a black tunic with a dark grey vest over it, another one of those red phoenix emblems blazed onto the left breast. His long hair was pulled back and tied at his neck, but there were a couple loose pieces that seemed resilient to stay in place. I couldn't help but think how incredibly good-looking he was when he was put together like this, and judging by the beguiled glances shooting in his direct

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.

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.

The scent of incense and flowers filled the air, mingling with the perfume of the nobles and the sharp, clean smell of anticipation. Maddox stood at the altar, his back straight, his expression unreadable. He wore the traditional royal vestments of Emberclaw, deep crimson embroidered with gold thread, the sigil of his house stitched over his heart. A crown of silver and rubies rested on his brow, catching the candlelight and scattering it like drops of blood.

As Roland galloped through the streets, his elegant linen garments billowed in the breeze, offering glimpses of the sturdy chainmail and armour concealed beneath. The sight of the armour caused the citizens to widen their eyes in recognition. It was clear that Roland's attire was of the highest quality. Their assumptions were spot-on. For this particular outing, I had equipped Roland with Grade III magic chainmail and armour, meticulously refined by the system. His attire was tailor-made to complement his class as a Demonic Monk, ensuring unrestricted movement and durability in battle. "Did you see that guy? There's something about him that's just captivating. It's like my eyes are fixated o

Every step was guarded by a Drinealia soldier. They saluted her with their heads bowed and their right fist pressed over their hearts as she passed by. She was reminded of her childhood when she used to run around the corridors of the Castle of Drinealia. The soldier came to a halt in front of a door at the far end of the corridor and knocked. With his head bowed, he stepped aside and pushed open the door for her. As attendants dressed him, the Demon King stood with his hands spread to his sides in front of a huge shining mirror, she walked in. He was dressed in black knee-length leather boots and black leather pants tucked into the boots. He was dressed in a black shirt, and two attendants

I pick up a padded cream shirt, a pair of brown trousers, a chainmail shirt and a brown leather armoured vest and belt. 'These must be for you,' I say to Magnus. He takes them from my hands and nods in approval. Next, I pick up a black linen tunic with silver embroidery along the collar, a pair of black trousers, and a long gambeson coat lined with matching silver embroidery. As I hand them to Alec, I spot a leather baldric falling from the clothes pile. I pick it up and pass it to Alec. 'These are very fine clothing,' Alec says. 'How do I look?' Magnus asks. I turn around to see he has already changed into his new clothes. 'I'm getting some Robin Hood vibes from you,' I giggle.