Medieval Fantasy Clothing Novels & Stories

Most worked the farmlands themselves or with the aid of peasants and serfs, yet the village itself screamed of death and famine. After a minute of looking into one of the lord's houses, he took a new washed piece of women's clothing for Sophie, and luckily it wasn't peasant clothing but a colorful gown with a framework petticoat, and the fullness of the skirt was drawn to the back. A sash encircled a high waistline, and a soft, light scarf was draped around the neck.

In the distance, I could see some sort of gate made out of white wood and silver filigree patterns. I looked at the three men who had now un-mounted their white horses and were walking towards us. Each one was dressed in the finest threaded clothing one could find. The type you would wear on a special occasion. Silvery white fabric with embroidered thread work, with fine chainmail and grey pants underneath. Each one held a long sword in his belt and carried a bow and arrows. Their hair was similar shades of light blond to one another's, worn in thin braids from the front and the rest left open. Their eyes were all light, icy blue, pale green and light brown. Each one, tall, lean, yet built w

We headed straight for the path just as a group of mounted, fairy warriors came surging through the castle gates. We reached the crossroads, and Tiernan motioned for us to stop. It only took a few minutes for the group of fairy riders to reach us. They were wearing hardened leather armor stained dark purple with black clothing beneath it but no helmets. Their otherworldly beauty was on full display and their long hair streamed out behind them like colorful banners. White, yellow, crimson, green, and even blue; the colors of both hair and skin were as varied as any painter's palette.

The assembly sat perfectly still, a dazzling sight. The clothes they wore were a strange mix of history and future. Some sat in medieval-style long dresses of rich velvet. Others wore sleek, futuristic silver suits with armored plates and glowing blue lights. Finally, one group wore simple, smart business suits. It was a jarring mismatch of eras and styles, yet no one seemed to find it strange as they all faced the front, waiting for the lords to speak.

No one judges anyone by their skin, nose, accent or just the way they look. Vampires zoomed their way inside, the fairies and elves were together, and they were all wrapped in their vines or flowers. Some orcs were wearing masks. The werewolves are only wearing pants with their top bodies exposed but adorned with gold accessories. The same goes with the shewolves. The demons were mostly wearing black with thick robes. When I entered the pavilion, everyone's eyes were automatically on me and I felt naked in front of their scrutinizing eyes. "What is a servant doing here wearing a noble's clothes?"

Most worked the farmlands themselves or with the aid of peasants and serfs; thus far, the village itself has screamed of death and famine. After a minute of looking into one of the lord's houses, he took some new washed women's clothing for Diana, and luckily it wasn't peasant clothing; it was a colourful gown with a framework petticoat, and the fullness of the skirt was drawn to the back. A sash encircled a high waistline, and a soft fichu and a light, colourful scarf were draped around the neck. These were gentler yet elegantly feminine, and from a low, wide neckline, the gown flared out freely over the hoop petticoat.

When they blinked, it was as if they were tantalizing one to submit whatever their request as proven on how she did at their bidding when they took off her clothes and let her have a bath at the water tub they filled. Daeira behold her reflections in the mirror and surprised herself with how she looked so royal on her medieval white gown which stretched far below her feet. Her hair let loose while she wore a single bead of ruby on her wrist, the only apparel she has worn on her body. It stood out so much now that it was seemed to be lava, glittering red with a tinge of warmness on her wrist.

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?

These people looked like hunters that he had seen in movies about fantasy or the past medieval age. Other than the group, there were also several other people coming out of the place wearing different kinds of outfit. But Jai noticed one thing that’s similar from all of them: Their clothes are similar in either looking like furry animal skins or animal hide, plates, one of them even wore a cuirass, and iron boots. He also noticed that most of them were bringing weapons on different parts of their body. ‘I’ve seen adventurers or fantastical hunters in movies… I imagined those were what hunters would actually wear in the past. But seeing people actually wear them for a real, fighting purposes

They dressed me in a new assemble that represented the northern and southern kingdom, too heavy to be comfortable in, but one thing I'd learned was that kings are not allowed to be truly comfortable. The royal cloth that adorned my being was a majestic ensemble, a testament to the craftsmanship of the finest tailors in the land. The fabric was a rich, velvety texture, woven from the finest threads of gold and silver, shimmering in the light like the stars on a clear night sky. The colors were a harmonious blend of the northern and southern kingdoms' insignia - the golden lions of the north and the silver eagles of the south, intricately embroidered on the sleeves, chest, and hem of the garme