With the sun rising, Henry got into armor, surcoat and a regular cloak. Golden rays were cast on his armor and as he looked in the mirror he was impressed by the dazzling armor he had been bestowed before his ducal enthronement ceremony.
His final step was putting on a thick leather belt and attaching his new sword that held a coat of arms representing him and no one else in the world. In some strange way, it also represented Sylaron and he would carry her memory with him wherever he went
It was strange to pack away swords he had used fondly for the past few years but he had his own sword made just for him on his hip. What better way was there to break it in than taking it with him on a trip to the north?
He considered wearing the fine cloak he had been given lined with fur and the previous duke's coat of arms on it, but he decided against wearing something that held such history. He wasn't used to wearing such fancy things after all.
