Peasant Costume Male Novels & Stories

“What do you expect from those people? They even look like they have small brains because they only care about muscles.” “Pfft, you have a way of entertaining with your words. Indeed, they look hideous.” “Look at those clothes. What kind of clothes are those?” Except for Rohan, who wore attire that resembled Southern Olf's, the other Northerners wore their attire. The men wear a single-coloured shirt top made of soft, flowing fabric so that it gives the impression that the shirt is sticking to the skin. Then, the top button is left open to show off their broad chest with trousers bottoms in the same colour as their tops.

It was obvious they were serving as a wall to enclose us all. Against the far wall ahead of us sat a high stone throne with whom I assumed was Teris sitting on it. This man had a very Celtic look about him. He had a large fox fur and leather cape draped over his shoulders with a brown, leather sleeveless shirt under it. I stared for a moment at the gold and brown leather tunic that came down past his knees. The boots he wore were brown leather as well, possibly steel toed. His hair was a sandy brown color, a little darker than mine though.

John says as he wonders how these three distinguished people are in league with Pentalium. "The way they look into my eyes at the plains confirms that they have worked with another Zonian before." William begins to scan the prison with his Sense. "The plague masks, the ones I fought at the Ball, and the generals all have these masks. They also have these attires: green for males, red for females, and the plague masks are for the sellers of the cure." William says as he inspects the masks of the generals.

She took out a kajal stick and applied it a little bit behind our ears. “ My sons are looking like a prince.” Ma made some gestures with her hands. “ What do you mean by 'looking like'? They are princes. My pride. Look how dashing they look with a sword tied to their waist, Saffa (a type of turban worn by the groom), a shawl draped on their shoulder and last but best, the pearl necklace around their neck. All these are adorned on this beautiful sherwani( a type of dress for men). They are the future of our estate.” His eyes shone with love and pride for each one of us.

I had to sit on a fancy pillow chained to Cesar's throne. I wear my topaz necklace around my neck under the white silk, upholding the promise made earlier in the day. He wears his breechcloth and nothing else, whereas he would usually wear his deerskin pants with them. Blue and white streaks of paint decorate his long and muscled torso. I was given the privilege of re-painting them after the marks from earlier got smudged from earlier 'activities.'

It's making me feel like the most prestigious, entitled woman on earth. Looking up, I see Jean in a discussion with someone. "No one should look at me." I utter quickly, Jean lifts his head up. His back was facing me, he was in a traditional outfit as well. "Jean...Turn around." I command the person, rest all of them having their heads down to their feet. I watch Jean slowly turn around, his bare back filled with some dust for the festival. White and grey, it was. His body below the waist was covered in indigo clothing, symbolizing the sky with the moon.

I was enjoying little walk when someone decided to mess my mood. “Going to balcony?” he asked, I frowned before turning to him. He was wearing a cloth made for a prince, it has this beautiful water design and a bling of gold, scattered all over his outfit that allowed his red hair, curly, to stood up. His white skin brightened as the sun rays reached us. He looks good for a farmer boy. “Yes.” I answered, my brows met each other after seeing him almost fell on the ground but luckily he supported his weight using the wall beside him.

While Tamir was sadly thinking about how he would get human bones out of the greasy soot, someone stepped towards him from behind the ruins. “Peace be with you, sorcerer. The novice tossed his head, and froze with a long face. Opposite stood a peasant - a slanting sazhen in the shoulders, a short-cut resin beard, a leather apron on his naked body, and his arms and shoulders were all in a scattering of points from chronic burns. The man bowed, and the student of the Citadel looked at how the distant village tyn and the forest behind it were visible through the weightless image...

That does mean I’ll owe him again, though. While Caleb explains why he wants to enter the trials—again—I take the chance to study the male before him. He’s taller than Caleb, who’s already over six feet. A high-necked tunic frames his muscular torso, bright gold outlined in dark green. His trousers and boots match the green, while a silver band threads through his short, dirty-blond hair, matching the strange necklace around his neck.