Royale High Outfits Novels & Stories

The Guardians have been forced into mate bonds too many times in their history. “Let’s see how it goes.” Alpha Rik says to me. Later that evening, I’ve dressed for the party. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m in standard royal Elven attire with a long-sleeved undershirt and a short-sleeved navy blue overshirt with elvish stitching across the chest and sleeves. I complete the look with a silver sash that wraps around my waist. My navy-blue pants and knee high boots match the overshirt.

He reported. I looked at the time and didn’t know that it was already late in the afternoon. Time flies when you are focused on working. I slumped my back to my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. I rested for a while and then started to change. I was surprised to see what clothes Tia provided me. It was a formal suit with a robe that is colored red and embroidered with gold. It was long enough to call it a gown. It has a rope in the chest part to connect both sides to keep it from falling. I am truly amazed at the design of the robe, you can feel by seeing that it is for royals.

“Normally a princess would wear pastel colours and a Queen Darker colours, put you still have a very innocent feel but you can fight like a warrior.” “I really don’t mind about the colour – I just need to be able to move in the dress and be able to dress myself. I really don’t want someone else in here dressing me.” “That’s good to know” Evie wrote another note. “Jay are we doing your clothes to match, I was thinking similar to the kings but I will make them more manurable too, did you want any weapons concealed in your clothes, That will be harder.” “No, its socially acceptable for me wear my weapons on the outside, so I should be right.” said Jay

Sometimes, I felt like I was drowning in their expectations and demands. I stood before my mirror, adjusting the collar of my royal attire. The deep navy blue tunic, adorned with gold embroidery and detailed trimmings, was a sight to behold. The intricate designs had been carefully crafted by our best weavers, and the gold thread used to create them shone brilliantly in the light. The tunic was complimented by matching pants that hugged my legs and black boots that shone like polished ebony.

he smirked. Inside the box were new outfits—matching ones. Royal blue and silver. The material shimmered faintly like it had been woven with magic. Mine was tailored like a sleeveless gown split into flowy pants, cinched at the waist with silver cords, and adorned with a fine chain that ran across the shoulder to the hip. Cassius’s version was a sleeveless tunic that cut across his chest diagonally with fitted trousers and the same silver embellishment. We matched. I should’ve rolled my eyes or acted nonchalant. But instead… I smiled. Wide. I loved it. Not just the outfit, but what it symbolized. We looked like we belonged to each other.

He explained, pulling the tarp off. Carrie gasped at the content of the cart. Inside were racks of the finest leather and silk she had ever seen. There were boots with enchanted soles, tunics made of breathable dragon-weave, and leggings that looked durable enough to stop a knife. “This… this is Royal quality. Even the Alpha’s wife doesn’t wear anything like this.” Carrie whispered, touching a fabric that felt like water. The man folded both hands across his chest, feeling good about himself as he huffed, “That’s because your Alpha is too lazy to work hard.”

Isaac became more satisfied the more he looked, this outfit would definitely complement Natalie’s figure! "Change it!" Oliver summarized in one word, too lazy to waste his breath. "Fine." Isaac pouted, "What should I change it to?" Oliver opened the clothing inventory pictures of RK Media, the company, which included some high-end dresses for actors. "This one." His finger paused on a white flowing long dress with a half-shoulder tulle design and a ruffled waist, elegant and refined, suitable for any occasion. It was completely different from a car model outfit; it looked more like something worn to a party.

He replied, shrugging his shoulders. " You should be careful, master." The Man said and bid goodbye before walking to make the necessary arrangements. Justin had just finished dressing up. He was ready to leave for the ceremony. He was dressed in a Royal Blue robe embedded with rhinestones and other valuable stones on it. If sparkled under dim light giving it an ethereal look. Although he was not born royal,he had an aura of nobility. You couldn't compare it to Miranda's who was born from royal blood but that did not mean it paled in comparison. He appeared majestic in that kingly outfit. He had always thought of this day as the day his life would be caged by royal duties,but things were dif

The heavy, reinforced iron doors of the royal palace swung open. Natalia walked out onto the grand balcony, her silver-white hair catching the full, blinding glare of the sun. She wore the formal Coronation armor of the United Sea and Land Empire—a seamless synthesis of dark, titanium-weave plates and shimmering white-gold filigree. Across her shoulders hung a magnificent cloak of midnight blue, pinned with the newly forged crest: a roaring Lycan wolf gripping a three-layered compass rose.

The both of them greeted as they bowed their head. “Hmmm, please can you tell me the amount of money that goes to the Royal seamstress?” I asked the treasurer who nodded and began to flip through the books. “Your majesty, on average, about $200,000 is used by the Royal seamstress in making dresses for the palace ladies.” “What of the men’s clothing?” I asked looking at Madame Helene. “Your majesty.” She said with another bow before she finally gave me the answer I needed. “Other than the Royal regalia, the men’s clothing is all brought in from the human cities,”