Huh, she really does care.:
“I figured you wouldn’t have anything on hand, since this was a surprise after all.” Edelgard remarked on Claude’s comment. As he unwrapped the gift, it was a small box, within was paper wrapped gloves.. However, these gloves were not made of leather or any other durable material. At least, not common in glove making.
Claude now held a pair of scaled gloves. Wyvern scales to be accurate. “Those were specially commissioned by the best craftsman I could find. I provided the scales and they did an amazing job. Wyvern scales are still durable when they fall off, but they become malleable when shed. I figured your hands are vital to your.. strategies. Would be a waste if someone took you by surprise.”
The gloves were white and yellow. The yellow scales seemed dyed as they made an ornate pattern. Almost like a spiral around the gloves and fingers.There were 3 layers. The first layers were scales. The second was a chainmail, and the third was padding or leather. It would be hard to tell. But they were big enough that the three layers didn’t totally hold his hands hostage. Much like his current black leather ones. “And they are also handy on fending off weak blows from daggers and swords. I do hope this is a sufficient gift for you, Claude.”
The Emperor was pleased with how they turned out. It took a fair amount of time and scavaging around the stables of Claude’s personal white Wyvern. Hours upon hours looking for large enough scales to be consistent. It was only until the craftsman spoke that any size scale would work did she loosen on her hunt for specific size. She done this in secret of course. Especially when she tended to the stables.
“A dinner made by you? I can only hope it’s as good as other’s say… I’d enjoy that.”
A whistle was let out as he beheld the gloves. Wyvern scales... Durable. Flexible. He pulled one of the gloves on, stretching and closing his hand a few times to test how they felt. Perfect... Almost like they were custom made to HIS hand size.
“These are perfect, Edelgard. Flexible enough to notch an arrow... Strong enough to block a blow. I will cherish them... Annnd whenever I let an arrow fly, you’ll be on my mind.”
With that, a wink is given her way, before he carefully replaces them back in the box. These would need to be put with his battle uniform.
“Well... I’m not trying to brag, but I DO know how to make a kitchen sing for me, so I trust the food will be a melody of taste for you. Come to the cafeteria after eight tonight... Talk to Hilda, she’ll lead you to where you need to go. Until then...”
He stepped forward, eyes always meeting hers, as he takes one of her fair skinned hands in his darker. Leaning down, a kiss is pressed to the top before he bows, turns as he straightens and starts to walk away.
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