Peasant Costume Male Novels & Stories

Her makeup is too dark in this kind of daylight while the concubine that saved me yesterday, Marian, is wearing a tiger dress with a real adult tiger sitting on her lap, looking so calm as she caresses its beautiful fur. He is not wearing any animal costume though. But he is half naked, revealing his well-toned muscles, his chiseled six-pack abs, and his well-defined chest. There is a gold, broad collar from his neck, down to his shoulders, and half of his chest. His wrists and the belt on his waist have gold platings as well. He was wearing a royal blue silk kilt and was barefooted. My jaw almost dropped. I have never seen a man so gorgeous in my whole life. He doesn’t look just like an Emp

Eustace’s ceremonial gown had been too large and heavy to be modified for Mel’s size, so a new one had been prepared. She had noticed the usual female garments of the Grime clan were simple designs of well-embroidered dresses, most of them frayed at the hem. A sleeveless jacket could further be added to their clothing along with simple to lavish jewellery. These were accessories even the simple folk had access to. The men rarely wore tunics, unlike how it was back in Urn. Their clothing was rather simple; fur or cotton “pants” with shirts or “ponchos”. Mel found the words strange, but anything would be in a different part of the world. The ceremonial attire that had been prepared for Mel app

the herald made the announcement. Dylan, Lizha and Leila bowed. "Come close Dylan." Dylan lifted his head and got close as thean ordered. The man were Caucasian, blond and had a well-shaven beard. He wore a red robe with thin gold strips, a black tunic, could be seen that he was wearing a linen shirt inside, he was also wearing black trousers and a pair of black boots. And he had a crown on his head. The man stared at Dylan. "You really did grow up beautiful and graceful. Just like your mother," he cracked a smile.

She wished there was a way she could assure everyone's safety. The match to the outer side of the castle continued slowly. Finally, it seemed like hours had passed, they reached the toxic riverside. Calhoun's father was already waiting for them at that site, atop a horse. The March came to a stop once they saw the past king. He had adorned his ceremonial war clothes; a red fur hat, a crimson coat with brown fur-lined around it, and different medals lining it. "Warriors," his voice boomed. He looked so fearsome in his getup that Elena could barely recognize the man who ran after his wife all day.

Orange hues had streaked across the sky when a crowd of young men and women in colourful attires flock in through the Iron gates, few of the men carrying a Palanquin on their shoulders. Their attire may look odd to me, but it definitely seems artistic enough to attract attention. It is an ankle-length, stylish material worn by their left side and wrapped over their right, having distinctively voluminous sleeves and V-curved neck. The twelve feet belt tied around their waists seem to be an added artistry, yet it could actually also have a value attached to it. When the Japanese Lord steps out of the Palanquin, my jaw drops even though I did not expect to see a charming prince. I never knew th

someone said. Tang Rou and Liu Xin stepped backward to a corner and looked at those newcomers in fluster. Those newcomers looked a bit strange because the leading man wore an ancient costume. Under his red cloak was a white robe. His black hair was even longer than that of a woman, soft and shining. However, he looked a bit ugly with a big nose and a pair of small eyes, pimples all over his face. At the moment, he had an obscene expression on his face. The several men behind him were dressed in modern clothes. Tang Rou and Liu Xin looked at each other, confused. If they had not recalled what happened in the underground garage, they would have thought that those newcomers were shooting a movi

I looked at what she was referring to. The guy was walking towards us. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and patterned beach shorts for guys. It was surprising because despite working in a plantation, his skin wasn't very tanned. His physique was almost as toned as Lazarus', but no one can compare to Lazarus in my eyes. I wonder if he lifts bags of rice, too? Or maybe he's carrying baskets of fruits? The atmosphere around him turned sour as he stopped beside Irithel. "Organize your things, Irithel," he commanded in a very deep voice. His Adam's apple moved up and down as he spoke.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I turned and got a better look at him. He had a backpack on, it looked full. He wasn’t wearing the typical fashioned tunics I saw the boys wear during court, no he was wearing what looked more like his training outfit, a loose fit top that was rolled up to just below his elbows. “You weren’t going to wear that to court were you?” He yawned looking up to the sky, “What makes you think I was going to attend court?” “Were you just going to leave then?”

His tall stature gave little away about his age, although the clothing he was wearing hinted at another era. Majesta was dressed like a peasant girl but it was Halloween and she had been at a party with friends. It was the part she had chosen to play. His trousers stopped at mid-calf, the shirt was white and hugged his broad chest. The long sleeves had billowing ends, which cupped his hands, like a lover. His shirt opened slightly to show a small section of his chest. Brown curly hair peeked out, beckoning a woman’s touch. The urge to touch this man was overpowering and her hand started to move toward him. With a jerk she pulled her hand back, looking at him, afraid of what it was he wanted.

There were many people wearing different outfits here, but Jai could distinguish the workers from the clients very easily because of their uniform. All of the workers were wearing a coat of silk with dark green color. The sleeves were long and the hem reached their hips, but males and females had different lower attire. The males were wearing ¾ pants which lower edges tucked into their dark boots, and the boots had gold liner in its upper side and its middle. While the females wore dark skirts with slight ruffles at the end which resembles godet type of skirt, but Jai couldn’t possibly know that. As Jai was looking around the place, one certain person noticed them from the back, and the pers