Eloise' POV
“What is that?” Her voice sharpened with curiosity, her gaze narrowing as she took a step toward the maids who had entered the room.
“A fertility charm, Zoe” one of the maids replied, her tone hushed, as if speaking of an ancient secret. In her hands, the charm was nestled on a beautiful satin cloth, its intricate patterns shimmering under the flicker of candlelight.
Each carved symbol seemed to hold an untold story, a piece of old magic woven into its design. The room fell silent as everyone took in the significance of the item, the only sound being the low crackle of the hearth across the room.
“Master Ruford blessed it himself. It’s to be held during the ceremony,” the maid added, her eyes darting nervously from the charm to Zoe.
So Zoe was her name, huh? I just realiz
