Prim Everdeen Costume Novels & Stories

The fire burning in the central fire pit casts the rest of the room in a muted orange glow. All the splendor of this room, however, is nothing compared to the lord of the manor himself, Prince Primus. Sitting at the head of the table, his appearance as otherworldly as a body carved of emerald. Tonight his armor has been replaced with a jacket made of similar material, a dragon scale in shades of green and blue. Over this he wears a cape, much like the one he was wearing when I first encountered him, crafted of that strange membranous fabric. His pants were a tight leather and were topped with leather boots that had large claw-like spurs at the ankles made of some kind of bone, jutting out an

I heard Leonidas give a low growl to him when he then licked my cheek, walking away I walked to where the maid was in a room, there I saw my mother who had been waiting for me, once the doors were closed, and the maid had turned, I shifted back, mother walked with a bath robe to cover me, as she did I walked to the center to start getting ready. As costume we where to use the Royal clothings of our land with a gift the clan has given us, as I began to place my clothes I realized my earrings weren’t on my ears anymore, freaking out mother took my hand then said, “it is costume to have you wear your earrings but after shifting you ran to his aid, I have amiss looking for them but these earring

“She said she wanted to be the ‘Queen of Glitterland’ and demanded real wings. Who am I to say no?” Vera crossed her arms, but her smile betrayed her amusement. “You spoil her.” “She’s the best investment I’ve ever made,” he said casually, helping Eira tear the tape off the box. Inside was a custom sewn pastel pink fairy dress, glitter laced wings, and a tiara that sparkled so brightly, Vera squinted. Eira gasped. “Uncle Dorian! You’re the best!” “I know,” he said with a straight face, making Vera chuckle softly.

He seems more confident dressed like this and my heart hurts to think of the Primus I once knew. Carnelia's change is a bit more dramatic. She goes from being dressed as a non-descript boy into a beautiful woman with a commanding presence. Her clothing is both fine and practical. Her leather vest fits snuggly over a dress of fine linen and Her ankle-length dress in a fluid line of red linen and satin, is belted with leather vest that is cinched tightly enough to allow her to forego wearing any kind of corset. I remember how much she hated wearing them, so I am not surprised that her dream self would avoid them.

JADEN. Something was very off. Valerie was making everything way too easy for me, and I swear to God, every second of it made my skin crawl. First thing in the damn morning, before the sun even finished rising, she was already sitting in front of the mirror in full costume. Soft curls. Pearl earrings. A pale dress that screamed 'America’s Sweetheart.' Light makeup that was barely there, just enough to say 'I’m wholesome, I’m gentle, I’m the perfect wife who forgives everything.'

" Ryn said so proudly. Elora was wearing a rainbow skirt and romper with a little sun and rainbow, and Ryn was wearing a princess gown that was blue and had glitter all over it. Maybe other people wouldn’t have let their kids dress like this for such an official event, but Leia and I just wanted them to be happy and comfortable. They were kids, and they should be able to dress like kids. I showed Aeryn my new tattoo: "It’s a crown for every one of my princesses and the first letters of your names."

She tore out the red ribbon at the top, eager to see what was inside. "Take it slow," Evie chuckled. "You have all the time." When Eleanor finally lifted the lid and revealed its contents, her anger towards Drakken slowly melted away. A dress so gold that it was almost blinding was neatly folded in the box. Along with other accessories and a black masquerade mask. "It is beautiful," Eleanor breathed out, running feathery touch on the silky hems. "It is going to look more beautiful on you," Evie acknowledged with a delicate giggle as she made to leave. "I will be coming back later with lunch, and then we can prepare for the night. It is a work free day."

It was rebirth. And I—Evandra, Luna to four—stood in the heart of Crescent’s great hall, my gown trailing like liquid light across the polished floor. The gown was stitched in white silk with threads of gold and green, Crescent colors woven together with pieces from every pack I now called my own. On my wrists glimmered bracelets gifted from Melting Moon and Pine Wood. Around my neck hung a pendant of amber and silver, a Crescent heirloom Balor had placed there himself. The music hushed. My heart thundered.

Jarvis and Amelia! They sat on a glittering baby-pink throne, hunched awkwardly in matching princess costumes. Jarvis wore a tutu over his boxers, his face smeared in cheap blush and lipstick, a crooked tiara slipping off his head. His trembling fingers gripped a tiny plastic teacup. Amelia’s sheer gown clung to her breasts, the cheap fabric nearly see-through under the lights. Her nipples were visible beneath the pink lace, her tiara glittering mockingly. A doll lay limp in her lap. Her eyes darted across the room, begging for this nightmare to end.

In his right hand, he held his runic obsidian blade, its black edge humming with anti-magic lightning. Locked securely against his left hip was Clara. She wore her form-fitting midnight-blue combat gown, reinforced with dragon-scale mesh along her torso. Her dark hair was braided tightly back, and her amber eyes glowed like twin suns in the dim light. In her arms, wrapped in a pressurized, thermal-shielded void-cloak, was Silas. The ten-month-old prince was completely calm, his silver-gold eyes gazing out at the dark storm outside with quiet, curious fascination, totally immune to the fear that would grip a normal infant.