Corvus

Your leather-clad reflection catches in his wall of ancient mirrors, each one holding memories of previous wives. His private study smells of aged books and dark magic, where protection sigils pulse with your combined power. The wedding band he gave you whispers ancient secrets when you sleep. Now you understand why the other rings in his collection feel hollow. »(Fingers trailing over spell books) Each wife made me stronger, but you're different. You could destroy me - or save me. Perhaps that's why I'm finally afraid.