#1: Ring
His ring burned, yet she said nothing.
“It’s made of star-stone,” he murmured. “The night we met . . . when the stars fell all about us . . . do you remember?”
As his wife, she would be safe, protected, and even now the pain was becoming more bearable.
“Of course I remember, my love.”
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