Medieval Fantasy Clothing Novels & Stories

10 months ago, Camelorn, "She will be tall and graceful as the columns of the temple of our great god Robos," The whole court and the people shouted "Ay!" The palace was filled with men and women, both nobles and common; although the nobles could easily be seen in all their glorious lengths of expensive clothing. The rich silk robes and gowns, the rustling of satin scarves, the expensive wool of their coats and the hard, black, shiny boots of the men, boots cleaned and blackened with coal by the commoners for 2 copper coins, the women in their expensive slippers, intricately and delicately made by hands of the commoners for at least 5 pieces of silver if the design met the approval of the ri

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

"You are a vision, Queen Jarngrimr atop her bone throne cannot take her eyes off of you... look at how her hungry looks drink you down." I fingered the white fox fur dress I was in, trimmed with black sable and a velvet cloak. My fine Isa slippers were of rabbit down laced with pearls. I squeezed Fylja's hand and pet Gullinkambi atop my shoulder, looking under lidded eyes upon my Beast.

Who would set up a party like those in the middle ages when King, Queen, Princes, Princess ruled the kingdom along with knights and dukes? However, in the end, Madell believed her mother. She thought that Sherly has no reason to make a fool out of her daughter. But when Madell entered the hall of the mansion, she had doubts. Tonight, Madell is wearing a long swing dress gown that has a puff shape shape. In medieval dress, the taste for colors was the brighter the better, with crimson, blue, yellow, green and purple being popular choice in all types of clothes. Therefore, Madell chose a bright blue dress made from silk. The shape of the gown goes from big puffed shoulders made from tunic, tig

The trees that lined the courtyard were lush and green, and the leaves rustled gently in the wind. Miranda’s outfit was that of a typical witch from the Shadows Covens. Her black dress clung to her curves and was adorned with various gemstones that sparkled in the light. She had a cloak draped over her shoulders, and her long black hair cascaded down her back. Her eyes, which were a piercing green, were lined with kohl, and her lips were painted a deep red.

“The priestess is coming to see you! And she’s with Eric and General,” I perked up from my bad. Water splashing against my feet and calf. They’re here? Is it that time already? Are we going to perform the ritual? Without fully processing my thoughts, I found myself swiftly changing into my attire. In this part of the kingdom, garments consisted of luxurious silk robes, and a crucial aspect to bear in mind was that the number of clothing layers one wore was indicative of a person's social status. “Hurry up Amethyst! I will fix your hair!”

he simply threw to them, immediately diving inside. A slight twilight reigned in the tent, scattered by the faded light of a dozen candles. Slightly squinting, Allvin made out the outlines of an elegant chair with carved armrests and legs covered with a thick layer of gilding, a little to the side - a large oak table, on which dozens of documents, including scrolls with very rare spells, instruments for laboratory experiments, were simultaneously managed, jewelry and someone's clothes, thrown off as if in a hurry. A couple of fairies were kneeling in front of the chair. A young man with neat pointed ears, long blond curls streaming down his back to the very ground, was dressed in bright cere

“If I did that, I would be trapped here. I am not Ivan the Fool, you know.” Kashchei shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, emptying the ruins of Anya's breakfast into a wastebasket beside an olive-green armoire. “I suppose you do not require food now, anyways. The land of the deathless is not conducive to metabolism, or so I am told by my girls.” He traced the woodwork of the armoire with clawed nails, following the intricate patterns of fern flowers and raskovniks. Fingering the silver knob, he opened the armoire to reveal clothes fit for a princess: flowing ball gowns and slim evening dresses, billowing harem pants and sheer, scarf-like tops. His hand skimmed over a cerulean sarafan w

He took her hand as they crossed to join the gathered group from the rear, so that no one noticed where they had come from, their eyes forward, to the approaching Mer ambassador and his party. There was a group of Mer who were dressed quite differently to the others. Where the basic Mer armour was like form-fitting silver scales, these soldier’s armour had ornate breastplates and pauldrons between the close-fitting scales, and there were drapes of cloth flowing from one shoulder, and front and back beneath the breastplate forming almost a skirt open from ankle to hip on each side. The women, as all four were women, had blue hair and eyes. Their faces had been painted in swirling green, and t

Everyone from this dimension, world or whatever the fuck this place was, has been extremely rude. I dried myself quickly, and looked at the selection of clothes. I hadn't realized I was in for another surprise. All I could see were dresses. They looked like what the women of Camelot wore. Princess Morgana before she turned into the wicked sorceress. Was this a joke? I tied the towel around me and came out of the closet. All three of them stood, facing the closet. "What is this? There are no clothes in here.No clothes that a person can wear." That I could see of.