@claamor || blows kisses at bc smitten
The necklace was of silver with a moonstone gem, crafted carefully by the old Paladin's hands during his free time between training and teaching. Tucked away in a velvet pouch and hidden in a pocket of his cloak it remained there until he could next visit the Banshee Queen.
It would be several weeks before he could slip away, but the necklace remained like a weight in his pocket.
“My dearest dark lady.” Atreus greeted with a bow as deep as his bad leg would allow him to make before he swept forward, fingers reaching out to gingerly brush her face. Before they did,however, he flourished his wrist, twisting his hand around to let the pendant hang from his fingertips where it previously had been hidden in the palm of his hand.
“For you.”
