This is the story of the Dusty Prince. I made this outfit for Luts delf boys then the story came when I was making what I call 'The Cloak of Kingdoms"

I hand sewed all the Kingdom "badges" on to a Moleskin cloak with satin lining.
His shirt is black velvet with a matching badge that represents his kingdom on both the cloak closure and his shirt.

His pants are made out of Moleskin. Waist sash is made out of heavy cotton with embroider dot deisgn . Resin skull with metal bead accents and leather tie and brown eyelets.

Sorry for bad photos.

His story is below the pictures. Origial Story and costume by me Astrid Y.
















The story:
When Arran was a young boy of only seven years old his mother, the Queen, died. As did the Kings mother when he was only seven. And the Queen mother before his and so forth and so on. For over a hundred years the tragic story of the Kingdom of Farnesh became known throughout the realms and neighboring kingdoms.

During this 100 years, when a royal King of Farnesh took his crown and Queen and married, there was much rejoicing. When a Queen became pregnant, there was much celebrating. But when the child's (always a male) birthday of 7 years approached, a hush and a sadness would fall over the kingdom and royalty and peasants alike would wait in anxious nervousness for the child's 7th birthday.

Until there began to be a shortage of willing women wanting to marry the Kings of Farnesh. Harder and harder it became to find suitable women to become Queen, until a line of bitter Kings had been bred. Knowing that they would lose their wives on the 7th year of their child's birthday made the Kings lives always heavily burdened with sadness.

Many neighboring kingdoms tried to take advantage of the Kingdom of Farnesh because of this. They wanted the fertile rich valleys, bountiful land and beautiful seas that Farnesh lay upon. Seeing how there was only ever one male heir to the throne at any given time, they plotted to assassinate the child.

When plot after wicked plot failed they would then wage all out war on Farnesh.
But Farnesh had a loyal and true people that loved their homeland and would succeed in driving out the enemy.
This is the way life was until Prince Arran was born and his mother, the Queen, died on his 7th birthday. Arran had heard the story of the Queens of the past dying, but never did he think it would happen to him. When it did, he took it as any seven year old boy would, crying, but Arran did it on the inside.
His mother, the Queen, was a gentle loving woman and when she died the light in his fathers eyes went out.
In Arran, an ache in his heart formed that day that would not go away.
Arran carried his anguish fresh in his heart and brooded about the castle for years while wars waged outside and secret plots against his life were attempted. But he did not care. He could not find happiness now that he knew that whom ever he fell in love with and married would die just as his mother did. The suitable age for marriage was close for young Arran.
He finally went to seek out the advice of an old Garin. A garin being what modern day humans would liken to a Gnome. This Garin had lived for thousands of years ,so Arran reasoned that he would know the solution to stop the Queens from dying.
The old Garin certainly did know and told Arran how to put an end to the horrible curse that was on the land of Farnesh.

"You must journey to each neighboring kingdom and subdue it. You must unite all the kingdoms under the banner of Farnesh. You must not hide what you are and show your conquests outright to all. In the kingdom that opens its doors to you willingly, bids you enter, and pledges loyalty, love will follow and the curse will be broken."

"That is no easy task Garin, since my kingdom has no friends, and no kingdom wishes to be subdued." The old Garin cackled to himself.

"Dont I know it, young master. But that is what has to be done if the curse is to be broken. Subdue all of Farnesh's enemies, take your Queen from a distant land and all will be well."

In that instant young Prince Arran knew he would do it, or die trying to.
"Is there anything that I need to take with me on this journey?"

The Garin laughed louder this time. When he saw the steely gaze of Prince Arran he stopped abrupty and scrached his head. He looked around 'til he pulled out a sand colored cloak.

"Take this, a Dust Cloak. It will never wear out and it will protect you from the severe sandstorms that come about when crossing The Idle." Arran took the cloak.
"Anything else?" Arran asked while putting the cloak on.
"Your sense of hurmor boy, because you will need it when you realize that you cannot break the curse after years of trying. Not in your life time or a thousand lifetimes!"
"I shall not fail," Prince Arran said while withdrawing his sword from its sheath, "because I am starting at the beginning of the curse."
"What do you mean boy?" The Garin asked somewhat nervously while eyeing the sword.
"I know that you are the one that cursed my ancestors because you fell in love with a Queen of Farnesh from long ago. When she would not have you, you cursed us all. All her lines down to me." Arran pressed the tip of his sword to the Garin's throat.
"And now I shall subdue all enemies of Farnesh, starting with you."
The prince slid his sword quickly into the Garin's throat and withdrew it just as quickly.

Arran, the Dusty Prince of Farnesh, took the Garin's skull and wore it about his waist as a reminder that evil lurks closer than we think. His journey has begun, but as you can now see from his cloak, he has already subdued many kingdoms and has had many adventures. But those stories are for another time.