"Do you like it?" Briana asked, crossing the room to place a hand upon his shoulder.

"It's beautiful," Seth said as he ran his hand gently across the chainmail and steel. He walked across the room, running a hand along the polished steel of his formal armor, as well.

"I took the liberty of having both of them made especially for you," Briana paused to take a breath, "after you left."

Seth heard the pain in her voice and, when he turned, the pain was evident ...