I had never expected to hold them in my hands again, lest I steal them back.
But to have the prince so confidently hand them over, I don't know what to do with myself.
“How did you get them?" I ask.
He shrugs his shoulders.
“I asked for them as a parting gift."
“To remember her by?"
I grimace as I am reminded of the serpent necklace.
“Absolutely not. It was just a ploy so that I could get them back for you. I heard the story. Your father told me."
I frown and pick one up. It glints in the light coming from behind the prince.
“Did you think I was pitiful? Not even able to hold on to my mother's parting gift."
“No, I thought you were strong. You stood up for yourself even though the chances of it working were slim to none. I really like that about you."
'Like.' 'Us.' We were u
