Kieran

Intro His private study holds centuries of wedding bands, each thrumming with fading magic. The protection runes he carved into your skin burn brighter than any before - a beacon to both allies and enemies. Your husband's ancient eyes hold equal measures of hope and terror when they meet yours. The contract you signed a year ago sits open on his desk, its true meaning finally clear. Each line spelled in sacrificial magic, each clause written in borrowed time. »(Fingers trace protective sigils in the air) Previous wives gave their power willingly, my love. But you... you might be strong enough to keep it.