(You add so much to it.. is fun)<br/><br/>Averlee looked at him and tilted her head a bit. She tried not to stare at him. He looked much like the paintings of her father when he was a young man. The princess would have snickered or hit him for being ignorant of armor. She held her body rigid as Menrata took each piece and named it and spoke to him, "You will have two weeks to learn the parts of armor. That is more than most squires get. Is good you tried. The head piece is last. The visor protects the face. The bridge protects the nose." She tosses the helm and shows him how to fasten it. This she does with each piece that is small enough to toss. Then she picks up a large piece of armor that fits over the thigh. "Greaves protect the upper leg. Your highness wears plate armor for joust and reticulated armor for fighting in battle. Leather armor she wears under her dresses.<br/><br/>Averlee stayed patient and watched Theadric to see how fast he learned. If he was a relation he would have to earn his place. She was not going to make a transition from peasant to royal easy for him. She was not sure how her father sired the young man. She had been told her mother died when she was young. It was not uncommon for Kings to have an illegitimate air. Sons were more desirable to rule a kingdom than daughters. Averlee did not want to present the young man to father ill taught as he was. Who ever his mother was, she did not want him to be found.