Arc Royale [Ch. 1]

Jaune was her friend, her dorky friend, and she wasn't super interested in boys, but he looked… different. Part of it was in his face – more angular, firmer, with a straighter jaw and less fat than she was used to – but it was his clothing that far more heavily drew her attention. Jaune normally wore a single plate over a hoodie and a pair of jeans; functional but not exactly expensive or impressive.

Now, he wore near to a full suit of plate armour, glossed to a shine with golden edging along the gauntlets and greaves. The neck dipped down to show a jerkin beneath, along with a golden amulet on a chain, and pinned above each breast by a golden circle, broached in the centre, twin strips of blue cloth swept back into an honest to goodness cape.

Not a cloak like hers, but a cape, flowing behind him like someone straight out of her childhood fantasies. Jaune looked like a knight in shining armour, come to rescue his princess. Blood crept up Ruby's neck, and she pulled her sheets up over her chest, suddenly feeling more than a little underdressed in her pyjamas.

"J-Jaune," she squeaked. "W-What's with the get up?"

"My armour?" he asked. "It is what it is. When I awoke and did not recognise our surroundings, I decided to take precautions."

—Arc Royale [Ch. 1]