Medieval Fantasy Clothing の小説・ストーリー

Thinking back to my home and family a sad feeling aches inside of me. Jean notices my sadness “I’ve gotten you some new clothes. Would you like to see them? I hope they are to your liking.” as she opens a doorway leading into a decent sized walk in closet. There are about a dozen or so dresses lined up in an array of colors. As I look over each dress I notice again they are in an old medieval style. Some are similar to the dress I’m currently wearing where as some look more like you’d see Snow White wear. Back home I was never one to wear dresses, it was always t-shirts and jeans.

To see the castle as it really is, and not the mask that is shown to the wife of the rulers. Deya cautiously opened the closet with clothes, in which there was almost no room left: new outfits constantly appeared there on the orders of one or the other brother. Markats tried to compensate for the lack of attention with gifts. After sorting through several dresses, the princess found simple gray trousers made of warm wool, a silk shirt and a cape lined with fur, quite simple, similar to those sometimes worn by Shali. Comfortable and soft slippers with drawstrings were found on the feet.

My breaths still came in short, fast bursts and I felt the walls in my head closing in on themselves as I tried to ignore the bright purple tentacles lifting the bottom of Meredith’s milkmaid gown. “His Highness awaits M’Lady...are you sure?”One of the young-looking girls whispered for the tenth time and my heart did odd little flips in my chest as I inhaled a deep, shuddering breath. I had sent word to the king the second Igor left my chambers and yet now my rage had failed me, I suddenly found myself in cold sweat, with my fingers shaking heavily on the bodice of the sweeping gown. A spectacle, that was how to describe the orange vomit dress. With blue nettle lace that wove around the body

Was it a hologram! Before I could decide to buy it, Ferris had already dragged me away to a clothing store. “Finally! Let’s buy us some clothes! Look at these, they’re so pretty!” She exclaimed happily and showed me bunch of clothes. “The clothes here are quite different,” I commented. I was pertaining to Estenaethria as a whole. Their fashion is a mixture of modern and medieval period. The outlook of their clothes has a lot of details and patterns like those outfits worn by nobles and aristocrats, at the same time, the quality and some designs are modernly. Just like in my previous world but they are particularly into this types of outfits. The clothes in my previous world is more diverse.

I know there’s nowhere Arlo won’t be able to find me now and Maelor will never be able to cut us off from each other again. The magical cuffs barely offer any resistance as I slip out of them. I was hoping to find my clothes somewhere in here, but it seems I’ll be running in a lacy, white negligee which barely reaches my thighs. I doubt it was necessary to dress me this way, they didn’t have such fine fabrics when Morgana was alive. Pervy old bastard.

As he walked through the castle corridors, he pondered the implications of the situation and how best to handle the delicate dynamics within the tribe. He didn’t know why the woman had given him an aphrodisiac, and he wondered if a lot of people thought he was a sex freak. He quickly rushed back inside and cleaned himself, picking his best outfit for the mating ritual. The ceremonial attire consisted of a long tunic that reached below the knee and a short cape. It was made from fine fabrics dyed with various shades of reds that complemented Darius’s pale complexion perfectly. His long hair flowed freely past his shoulders, allowing him to display both his good looks and strength at one time.

A ripple of gasps spread through the hall. In that cloak, in that color, she stood out. Not just among the breeders. Among the Scions, too. Gadreel sneered, his voice cutting through the silence. “Breeders are meant to wear ceremonial white. Not this.” Fenric stepped forward, his chest nearly colliding with Gadreel’s as he towered over him. “She’s wearing it underneath,” he said with a smirk. “Our lady cannot handle the cold well.” Gadreel’s face twisted. He shoved Fenric back, but barely made him move.

I sighed. "We should get up and get ready," I said. Merida had gotten me my Royal Dress prepared. It was a long flowing white dress, with a blue and lilac tartan sash that I would have to wear with both the Royal Crest and my Princess Crest on it. Grant had to wear a black suit and white shirt, and he would have to wear a royal sash of Teal and silver, which were the pack colours, as he was mated to me.

The presenter stated, the hall went silent to focus. “Our first participant is Miss Zara feldrick from AJ STYLES company!” He announced and the crowd went wild at the recognition. Zara walked elegantly in her sleeveless tunics long gown. She turned and waved fashionably “ This Sheepskin cloaks and woolen hats and mittens were worn in winter for protection from the cold and rain in the medieval era” she explained getting good remarks from the crowd. After a few more walk, she turned heading to the back stage her eyes searching for jace, he smiled at her and gave her a thumbs up. The crowd cheered and whistled seeing her go back in.

“Of skin as delicate as the snowflake. Yet, so savage like the waves in the sea.” I stretched out my arm and fastened on his neck. “Like a knight in armor, your aura domineers. Your phrases erupt rainbows, and that I couldn’t reply no more.” He wears an indigo tunic and cream trousers with those elaborate sequins making the clothing more masculine and royal. “I didn’t know that the General can spout honeyed words as well.”