Medieval Fantasy Clothing の小説・ストーリー

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.

The person who enters next is almost unrecognizable to me. It’s Zen. It’s undoubtedly him. Yet, it’s a side of him I’ve never seen before. Dressed in black, he immediately stands out in the brightness around him. He’s wearing a knee length coat of brocade, silver braids and tassels looped over one of the shoulders. Silver embroidery decorates the sleeves, and silver button spark bright on the black material. He’s wearing a waistcoat under, similarly embroidered. At his hip is a belt with an ornately carved buckle. I spot the smooth hilt of his broad sword, in a scabbard that might fool someone into thinking the sword is for decoration, when it’s anything but. He’s wearing military attire. Th

He was shirtless save for a red sash he wore across his chest that disappeared into a Three-Musketeers-style cloak. He withdrew a silver short sword from a belt he wore around his leather breeches. They were tucked into a pair of waders he’d probably stolen from Puss in Boots. In short, the faerie looked like a wanker. “What is the meaning of this?” he said in a voice sharp enough to cut throats. Rolling my eyes, I made a note to myself that if anyone ever summoned me using nefarious magics, I’d say something more original. “Rumpel Kracknuts?” Griff asked.

(Alfred) What he meant by the same kind that the were sold at the Capital were normally the fashion style that we were wearing right as of now, the modern style of clothing, T-shirts, jeans and such. I know for sure that the style would be picking up, as compare to the baggy and extremely complicated style of clothing that this medieval era have, Aeternum modern sense are very much stylish and comfortable than what the people were using here at this era. “Your Highness, aren’t we supposed to meet with the duke?…”. (Agent Curufor)

As his back disappears down the short hallway and down the stairs, my eyes land on another neatly folded pile of clothes. In our haste to leave the castle yesterday, Alexander hadn’t allowed me a chance to pack anything to bring with me. I am glad someone thought to ensure we have sufficient clothing, but it did make me wander as to how they got here. I get dressed quickly. The dress which had been left out for me was not quite so fine as the clothes that I had been dressed in at the castle. But they were warm, and comfy. The garment was more reminiscent of a medieval dress with a straighter silhouette and the thick wool fabric. I found it much more preferable to the dozens of layers of pett

The front laces up and takes me a little time to figure out how to tie it. I stare at myself in the mirror. The dress is a 15th-century style peasant dress. The shift is long-sleeved, but the dress hits just above my elbow. The shift shows through where the dress laces up the front. Just like in my fantasy, the dress accentuates my breasts. I pull the top half of my hair back and move to the door. I’m not sure what Taran’s plan is or how close he plans to follow the fantasy.

GENEVA'S POV My heart was beating fast as the sorcerer helped me put on my clothes. They prepared a beautiful medieval dress in Earth tone that reached my toes with a puffed lower gown and pure white long sleeve top below the black corset. "I believe I didn't sign up to be your maid?" Thelia uttered before laughing as she tightened the corset. I'm not in a laughing mood.

“I believed he was only bluffing when he said he had the perfect dress in mind. Who would have thought he would be right about something.” “Which is?” “A plan to make you the most beautiful queen of the century.” Chuckling, I leaned on him, just as Fred appeared by his side, dressed just like Blue, like a medieval king. They wore fitted, velvet doublets in a deep, rich burgundy, adorned with intricate gold threading that complemented the embroidery on my gown. The doublets accentuated their broad shoulders and chiselled chests. Their sleeves were long and flowing, with slight puffing at the shoulders, adding a touch of regality. They embellished the cuffs with delicate, sparkling gemstones t

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

Maybe it was because I remembered this extremely important task, or simply because I was rested body and soul, that I finished moving the blanket away and got up, determined. The whole castle shuddered suddenly, as if it could have been asleep with me, and now it was stretching loudly. I was still trying to regain my balance when a new costume appeared on that ghost hanger, erected before my eyes. A black pants of that magical and soft fabric floated up to me, above it with an equally dark shirt, without a strap and with sleeves that would make volume around my shoulders. I accepted that the magic of the castle took the clothes to my body, and sat down to put on the heeled boots that appeare