Medieval Renaissance Outfits Male Novels & Stories

The right rings on his long aristocratic fingers, the well brushed hair, the soft skin on his pale hand that had never seen the rough end of a well worn sword but certainly knew how to yield an expensive one. His robes weren’t plain ones either. They usually had patches of gold and silver, sewn with several symbols, some for protection, others as ornaments. They frustratingly always went over stupid breeches made of strong looking cloth, and Alarick always thought they were useless. His high cheekbones and soft looking jaw molded a beautiful face that was gentle and trusting. Like mages, druids were usually scrawny, but hunter types like Erriene had to climb up trees and actually trek the wo

As Roland galloped through the streets, his elegant linen garments billowed in the breeze, offering glimpses of the sturdy chainmail and armour concealed beneath. The sight of the armour caused the citizens to widen their eyes in recognition. It was clear that Roland's attire was of the highest quality. Their assumptions were spot-on. For this particular outing, I had equipped Roland with Grade III magic chainmail and armour, meticulously refined by the system. His attire was tailor-made to complement his class as a Demonic Monk, ensuring unrestricted movement and durability in battle. "Did you see that guy? There's something about him that's just captivating. It's like my eyes are fixated o

in every nook and cranny, and every one of them was covered with dust from the surrounding woods and other objects. There was an old bed with a single mattress inside the room. I had a hunch that it was functional and could be used for at least one more night. The table next to it was filthy, and on it was a fragment of peacock quill, some ink, a diary that was covered in dust, and a broken light. Wow, I was impressed by how much I liked this place. I told you there would be clothing here, and there are. I turned my head in the direction of Caroline's voice and noticed that she was opening a trunk. I approached it while keeping my lips slightly parted and peered inside of it. The ancient ch

“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

“It’s just that you appeared out of nowhere from a puff of smoke. Had you just been walking down the corridor, I’d have thought you nothing more than another loyal subject. You look so… normal in your attire.” “Normal?” he said in a quizzical tone that hinted of boredom. “Again, forgive me,” I said apologetically. “My exposure to magical people is limited, but I somehow imagined you’d be wearing attire that wasn’t so normal.” “I dress in the mode of the nineteenth century male,” he said with a flat tone. “Yes, but without a cape or robe,” I added. “Am I to understand I will be expected to parade around the castle in some ridiculous robe for theatrics sake?” he practically screeched.

, the medieval version of stockings, and finally trunks made of mail. For the top, I put on a linen shirt and over that, a long-sleeved doublet patched with short pieces of mail to cover points of vulnerability. Last but certainly not least, I put on a full harness of gothic plate armor: sabatons, greaves, cuisse and poleyne, cuirass, upper and lower cannons (arm armor, not the weapons), couter, bevor, pauldrons, helm and gauntlets. All in all, my whole getup weighs about 60 pounds and you’re prolly wondering how I could’ve dressed all by myself without the help of an NPC squire.

Medieval theme. Medieval is related to the middle ages, in the period of European history from AD 600 to AD 1500. During the period, women wore long tunics or gowns. A close fit to the body, full skirts, and long flaring sleeves were characteristic of upper class fashion for both men and woman. The under-tunic or chemise which was made of linen, and over it, a long ankle-reaching turn was worn by women. When Madell read from her mother’s letter that the theme for Cassius’ welcome party is Medieval, she hardly believed. 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?

They were standing opposite the red party, with the harpist and the flutist, both of them and the musicians dressed in light brown Renaissance attires. Gosh, I had so many autographs to ask for and so many selfies to steal away! So the woman started singing an Elvish lullaby as we resumed our way. Every guy in blue carried a white lily, that they handed to their appointed pair for the entrance parade. I almost tripped when I saw Brandon. Good Lord, he looked gorgeous. Mind you, the only attire that ever looked better on him was Adam’s, which is saying something. And he didn’t only look as to have a heart attack right there and then, but also natural. Like Silvia’s friends on those gowns, he

"I hear something. I really hear something. . . ." Her words sent Calix into a frenzy. He stepped away from her grip and began to shrug off his cloak. The heavy cloth fell to the floor with a soft thump, filling the air with the scent of myrrh and roses. Underneath he wore a black linen shirt under a black metal breastplate, which he was feverishly unstrapping now. The armor was connected with the chainmail skirt that covered his loose black pants. His boots reached up halfway his calves, glinting with metal cleats. Without his cloak, he looked like a cross between a ninja and a Neanderthal man. Unfortunately, that didn't make him appear any less attractive. If anything, it emphasized more u

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.