They continued their walk, the "disguise" providing a shield that allowed them to be more honest than they had been in weeks.
They stopped at a Charm Bracelet Stall, a small, humble setup run by an elderly woman with silver hair. Eris was drawn to the display of handmade jewelry.
"See something you like, dear?" the merchant asked, oblivious to the fact that she was addressing her Empress.
Eris examined the silver chains and the tiny charms, snowflakes, wolves, and dragons. Soren watched her, seeing the way her eyes lingered on the craft. "Do you want to pick one?" he asked.
"I don't need jewelry, Soren."
"I know you don't need it," he said, stepping closer. "But do you want it?"
Eris considered the display. She saw two bracelets of the same design, simple and elegant. One had a small, flickering flame charm; the other, a delicate snowflake.
"What if…" she looked at him, her eyes bright. "What if we both got one?"
