Medieval Renaissance Outfits Male Novels & Stories

I told him and then he bowed in front of me and left the hall. The next morning, I felt a little tired as the servants readied my clothes. I hadn't had an hour of sleep but I needed to be in a ceremony. The servants all helped me to wear them. I was inside an iron breastplate. It was a medieval design for werewolves for the era of war in Europe. The iron body-hugging attire was delicately designed for me, the Alpha King. It was colored in gold and radiated an eminent aura that screamed authority. Beta Iñigo came inside the dressing room after he was announced to be present. He was bowing before me with his steadfast face. "My King, the Iotas are readying near the borderline. We are now waiti

As expected the room was filled with nobles, women were seen colourful decorative dresses while some donned a range of jewellery that lit up thanks to the lights of the room. Each noblewoman no matter of size and age had appeared more eye-catching than the last according to the males in the room as they greeted the other. Meanwhile men wore either thin armour under their slacks and shirts or just casual black jackets over white shirts and slacks in order to impress those around them. King Uther as expected to the public, wore thin light armour over his robes while taking a seat at the king’s chair. Watching with what appeared to be a content expression.

His hair was combed and styled perfectly, every strand falling into place with effortless elegance. The black royal cloak with its intricate golden embroidery hugged his broad shoulders, the black waistcoat beneath it accentuating his strong frame, and the deep blue shirt peeked out at the collar, adding a touch of rich color that made his red eyes stand out even more. He looked breathtaking, like a prince stepped out of an ancient legend.

Alaric. In his brilliant pageantry of black and gold, he stood, draped in ceremonial black and gold, his body glistening under the torchlight. A long crimson sash was tied around his waist, the same color that marked his rank and rite. His sleeves were taken off showing his chiseled arms that were painted ceremonially-bearing images of his former conquests and to which the royal family belonged. When he jumped off the brass ring onto the stone ring, there was silence over the audience.

The only other things in the trunk were the full chainmail armour, an elaborate waist belt, a leather pouch, a set of tubular bells and cloak with the coat of arms of the Zumerongs which was a magnificent and ferocious griffin, standing tall and proud, embroidered with threads of gold, silver and copper; the image was so life like and imposing that just a glance at the magnificent image commanded respect. Jerome’s hands passed through the items, his hands lingering on the coat of arms on the robe; something flashed past his eyes, but it was too quick for him to grasp. He moved his head to one side in a jolt-like motion, in an involuntary effort to catch the image however he was unsuccessful.

He greeted, bowing low. He grunted an answer, splashing some water on his face as the servant ran him a bath. Even though he wanted to lounge a while in the bath, he pushed himself out of the bath pulling on the attire his valet had set out. The royal blue robe was a constant part of his daily wardrobe and underneath he had been dressed in a tightly fitted black leather jacket that ran all the way down to his knee, white linen under shirt and black linen breeches tucked into his knee-length suede boots. There was also a large studded belt tied around his waist with a notch for his favourite daggers and sword.

A great part of me didn’t want to stay longer, so with a huff, I retreated, turning back toward the opening, but before I could sweep the flap to the side, his voice filled the room. “Nicolette.” I moved my head to the sound of the voice, and instantly my breath hitched. Ira really was good at being stealthy. Was this a current trend for all men not born from my world? I hoped not. Compared to earlier, he looked different now. Maybe because he was cosplaying. But seriously, he wore clothing that looked like a mix of Grecian and Arabian designs. Emerald green and wine red were the main colors, with a white cloth that covered most of his chest. It was so long at the back it almost looked like

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

My eyes drifted down to my tormenting arms, and then I saw that I was no longer wearing modern clothes, but instead, it was suppressed by a navy blue ruffled puffy medieval dress. Trains of thoughts began to flock on my mind as I reckoned what had happened and discerned where I was. I took all the remaining strength I had in my body and gave it my best shot to detach the chain that's forbidding me to leave when a man who was tall, masculine, and a god-like figure in my peripheral vision appeared. Gradually, I upraised my gaze and saw the man I had caught now standing across me whilst wearing an all-black outfit as if he had been diverted in the 1600s.

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