CHAPTER 127

Tanya's POV

It was funny, him dressing me. It might have felt romantic if not for the fact that he was my grandfather practically, and I hated him somehow. Anyway, he had already seen every part of me previously, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.

He was being cautious with everything he did, and there was a professional touch to his movements. There was one goal: to hide every weapon he was equipping me with under something very pretty and casual so that it would not be obvious, but I was going in there to cause a fight.

"It's a bit heavy," I said with a frown. I had been standing there for over an hour with him, doing everything he could to make his work impeccable.

"I know," he said. "You have to get used to it. You can ask him how he goes into fights, and he will tell you that he goes as a walking weapon."

"I don't think I'll be able to move properly with this," I said, feeling like he was giving me some ancient metal armour. Maybe this was how the knights of old f