He trained hard, and was excellent at what he did. Archery came naturally, as did close combat. As for protecting someone else, that needed a bit of improvement, but it quickly changed for the better.
She made a point to befriend him when he wasn't busy, wanting to get to know him since they would become close due to duty.
"I've never been to the Highlands...what are they like?"
It was reinforced leather so it was light and maneuverable. He was given a mechanical mask as well which had magnifying lenses to allow him to see enemies at various distances.
"So, I hope you don't mind...but I was planning this ball to welcome you into the court...it's all the rage in France, called a Masque...extravagant dress and masks...a huge feast..." She said to him one day.
She giggled softly behind her hand, "Wonderful...there will be dancing but you don't have to participate, wine, mead, various meats and fruits from the land..."
Henry couldn't see Munro's expression, and it made his rage waver into fear. Annella waved her hand, "Henry, leave. Go scribe something." "Of course, my lady.."