Arkanos studied the ring in Isolde's outstretched hand, his expression impassive.
The cathedral's candlelight flickered against the polished metal, casting faint shadows across his face.
For a moment, he said nothing, merely watching her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he reached forward. His fingers brushed hers as he took the ring, his touch cool against her warm skin.
Isolde suppressed a sharp inhale, forcing herself to remain composed as she stepped back, clasping her hands in front of her bust.
Arkanos examined the artifact with curiosity, rolling it between his fingers. The engravings shimmered faintly, reacting to the presence of his touch. He tilted his head slightly, amusement appearing across his face.
"And if I put this on," he mused, "what exactly will happen?"
