{For a prompt on the BSN Writers' Lounge forum. Quite proud of the result. Wynne's untold story. During Armour.}
( She feels each rune on the ring, mouthing the meanings as she does. Love. Only. One. She had believed these words once, when she was young and just a little foolish. )( She says nothing, fixing a hollow smile back onto her face. )
( She saunters in like she owns their little hovel, giving everyone in the place a wide, slightly toothy smile, and his glance turns into an involuntary stare. )
( There's a moment of silence before he can't help himself. )( Of course she's heard the news. Everyone has. )
( Cut for endgame spoilers. Click to read on. )
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