Chapter 41: Six Of Pentacles

The leather armour laced into the approximate shape of her belly. It obstructed her movements more than a corset.

"I've fit men with bigger bellies than this," the armourer said. "Keep the shape as close as you can to your real stomach. It will be more comfortable."

"I'm having a hard time imagining it less comfortable," Marriette tried adjusting the leather to sit better. 

"You will get stronger with time," the man said, "and you only need wear it when you are in public."

"Very well," Marriette waved to Illandria who helped her put a dress over the armour."

"This will turn a knife blow." The man pointed to her stomach. "But it won't stop an arrow or a sword."

"It's a start," Marriette said. "Thank you." 

The man bobbed his head and left. 

"Now I suppose you want to go find Marshal and try it out?" Illandria put out her arm.