Blouse Medieval Novels & Stories

Standing beside her were her fierce ladies, wearing those veils as their princess. Prince Jion halted and climbed down his stallion as the two lords did likewise. They slightly bowed down to the princess and looked at the ladies beside her. The lords wondered prince Jion’s words…these two fierce ladies, in animal skin, holding such dangerous artilleries with them…did actually earn the royal prince compliment?

My eyes widened as I realized the significance of the blouse Isaac had sent me. Carefully unwrapping the paper bag, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the exquisite garment within. It was a high-end blouse, crafted from luxurious fabric and featuring intricate details. The price tag, discreetly attached, revealed that it was triple the cost of the blouse I had stained. The black off-shoulder blouse was a perfect complement to my white coat. Its sleek and stylish design added a touch of elegance to my attire, accentuating my figure with its flattering silhouette. The combination of the two garments created a striking contrast, exuding confidence and sophistication.

I said with a short laugh. "Pick a blouse and let's go" George said motioning me towards the blouses rack. "Whoa! G, such a coincidence" a voice said as a lady approached in heels. She donned a light flay gown and red heels. "If you see anything you like, you can take it too" George said as he walked towards the lady. I pursed my lips as I searched the blouses rack. I found a blouse with GIRLIE boldly written on it. I smiled as I picked it out and went to change. I folded my former clothes in my hands.

Impersonal. Marceline walked over to the package, a hesitant curiosity rising in her chest like smoke. She slowly unwrapped the dark paper and opened the sleek black box beneath it. Her breath caught. Inside was a silk ivory blouse paired with a pair of elegant high-waisted trousers. The fabric was luxurious, soft under her fingertips, and too carefully chosen to be anything but Cross’s doing. She blinked, her heart knocking against her ribs. Was this supposed to be a peace offering? A command? Or just another layer in his maddening game of control and indifference?

“I can’t believe women in the neighboring realm of Antoinetta wear these sorts of gowns every day!” Kit glanced down at her own dress and had to agree with her cousin. Her mother had thought it would be lovely to have a theme, so all of the women were dressed in the more revealing gowns of a realm to the west. The bodices of the gowns pressed their breasts up above the low cut neckline so that there was little left to the imagination while the skirts were wide at the hips, though still free flowing, unlike the paintings Kit had seen of the Antoinettians. Her mother still wanted the girls to be able to run through the maze. The fabric was lightweight and sheer, and Kit appreciated that the go

Adjusting the pallu of her maroon saree, she turned to face the mirror, the muted glow of the room highlighting her elegance. Her saree was a deep maroon, rich and regal, with intricate golden embroidery running along the borders. The blouse was full-necked and long-sleeved, modest yet sophisticated, emphasizing her poised demeanor. Her bun, styled neatly with a side partition, framed her face in a way that seemed timeless. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes scanning herself critically from head to toe.

“Now, we will have one royal blue dress with gold trimmings, long sleeves, with a golden sash for a belt. One deep green, same style, gold trimmings and belt. One sky blue with silver trimmings and belt, short sleeve. One pale green, short sleeve, dark green trimmings with a dark green sash belt. Now these short sleeves, are these the ones that have a clip just at the top of the shoulder, and don’t really have any sleeves at all?” The Seamstress who was writing down the order furiously, nodded. “Excellent. Also a dark blue dress, short sleeve, silver trimmings and belt, and...” “Silver?” Sharlett asked. “Silver. One full skirt in white, one in royal blue, and one in dark green. One w

An ever-present question. It was only at the end of her bath, as she got out and began to dry off, that she noticed a bundle of worn apparel. Of dark emerald green clothes. They looked to be, perhaps, a dress or robe of a noble-woman, with bronzed stitching, and a worn bronzed breastplate to match. Seraphina knew these were the garments of a noble. Yet, she couldn't think of one she knew of as being in the castle. Just as she could not possibly imagine that any should or would be in the castle. At least, not this morning and not this early.

The youngest woman pondered. I was finally at ease when they left the room. I felt excited to jump in the tub. I tested the temperature with the tips of my fingers. It was just warm enough for the cold morning. I took off my clothes and soaked in, relishing the floral scent of the water. It could’ve been better if they had soap too. After half an hour soaking in and scrubbing my skin, I got up and took the linen towel they brought. I gently patted my body with the towel and headed to the bedroom where they laid some unusual undergarments and a white silk dress with black embroidery. “Which one should I put on first?” It was a good thing that I have read about the layers of clothes worn durin

I wonder, would their smiles still be the same knowing what I had done to one of them behind that curtain? I pass by the shelves full of clothes, separated by size. It was mostly neutral colors of blue, white, and gray. Almost immediately a blue blouse caught my attention. It was similar to the blue shirt dress we wore back at the academe. Maybe the old woman was right, maybe the Sisters of Selene were really just the cheap versions of Royal Consorts.