The emerald on her marriage band glistened with its own fire. Selfish of her, to enforce that bond when her very blood destined her for a sacrificial altar, and yet she had gotten out of the boat to find them. The rings. Raiding the trove had been an afterthought. But if she was to have no scars on her, no reminder of where she’d been and who she was and what she’d promised, then she’d needed this one scrap of proof.
OMG she went to search for those rings intentionally! The first thought in her head wasn’t about the war; it was about reminding herself that Rowan and her belong to each other 🥹
