They fit perfectly.
"This is a bit more your style," the blue one said, approaching her with a breastplate that was almost as big as she was. It was curved femininely to fit Aurora Rose's body, but not ridiculously so. A staid design of roses and thorns was inlaid along the sides.
It was sturdy, and 'heavy.'
The princess had to readjust the way she stood to support it while everyone helped buckle it on the back.
"And for the top..." the red one said, looking around.
"Let 'her' choose," the green one suggested gently.
Aurora Rose walked down the aisle slowly, getting used to the weight of the armor. She passed each of the women and then Phillip- dashing in his shining cuirass and silver-white greaves, like a soldier from ancient Rome. Her eyes swept over everything, everywhere, pausing nowhere. Golden helms, intricate onyx headpieces, spiked and dangerous-looking crowns, plated metal turbans.
Finally, she saw what she wanted.
She strode forward and lifted a helmet- one she 'knew' would fit- off the top shelf. A point came down the middle of the forehead to protect her nose- and was also vaguely reminiscent of Maleficent's headpiece. But instead of horns, silver wings swept back over the ears.
With slow, sure movements she put it on.
It 'did' fit.
Perfectly.
She turned around to show the others.
Phillip sucked in his breath.
"You look 'magnificent,' Rose. Like- like an ancient goddess of war."
"Like victory," the green one said softly."/>

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" Try these," she suggested. She held out a pair of simple long gauntlets that were almost as fine as gloves, chain underneath and plate on top. Aurora Rose carefully took off the ones she wore and slipped the others on.
They fit perfectly.
"This is a bit more your style," the blue one said, approaching her with a breastplate that was almost as big as she was. It was curved femininely to fit Aurora Rose's body, but not ridiculously so. A staid design of roses and thorns was inlaid along the sides.
It was sturdy, and 'heavy.'
The princess had to readjust the way she stood to support it while everyone helped buckle it on the back.
"And for the top..." the red one said, looking around.
"Let 'her' choose," the green one suggested gently.
Aurora Rose walked down the aisle slowly, getting used to the weight of the armor. She passed each of the women and then Phillip- dashing in his shining cuirass and silver-white greaves, like a soldier from ancient Rome. Her eyes swept over everything, everywhere, pausing nowhere. Golden helms, intricate onyx headpieces, spiked and dangerous-looking crowns, plated metal turbans.
Finally, she saw what she wanted.
She strode forward and lifted a helmet- one she 'knew' would fit- off the top shelf. A point came down the middle of the forehead to protect her nose- and was also vaguely reminiscent of Maleficent's headpiece. But instead of horns, silver wings swept back over the ears.
With slow, sure movements she put it on.
It 'did' fit.
Perfectly.
She turned around to show the others.
Phillip sucked in his breath.
"You look 'magnificent,' Rose. Like- like an ancient goddess of war."
"Like victory," the green one said softly. "

Liz Braswell , Once Upon a Dream


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Liz Braswell quote : Try these,They fit perfectly.
"This is a bit more your style," the blue one said, approaching her with a breastplate that was almost as big as she was. It was curved femininely to fit Aurora Rose's body, but not ridiculously so. A staid design of roses and thorns was inlaid along the sides.
It was sturdy, and 'heavy.'
The princess had to readjust the way she stood to support it while everyone helped buckle it on the back.
"And for the top..." the red one said, looking around.
"Let 'her' choose," the green one suggested gently.
Aurora Rose walked down the aisle slowly, getting used to the weight of the armor. She passed each of the women and then Phillip- dashing in his shining cuirass and silver-white greaves, like a soldier from ancient Rome. Her eyes swept over everything, everywhere, pausing nowhere. Golden helms, intricate onyx headpieces, spiked and dangerous-looking crowns, plated metal turbans.
Finally, she saw what she wanted.
She strode forward and lifted a helmet- one she 'knew' would fit- off the top shelf. A point came down the middle of the forehead to protect her nose- and was also vaguely reminiscent of Maleficent's headpiece. But instead of horns, silver wings swept back over the ears.
With slow, sure movements she put it on.
It 'did' fit.
Perfectly.
She turned around to show the others.
Phillip sucked in his breath.
"You look 'magnificent,' Rose. Like- like an ancient goddess of war."
"Like victory," the green one said softly." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>