Ezekiel stares at the bangle on Wren’s wrist, as Silas said, it is amazing that he didn’t recognize it, but he hasn’t seen it in eighteen years and, truthfully, he even forgot such a thing even existed. All of that was a lifetime ago, he didn’t even notice when Hannah stopped wearing it.
It is a lot more tarnished than the last time he saw it and maybe he paid so little attention to some token of affection to some pathetic, ugly body guard that he didn’t even spare it a second glance to notice the metal type or the intricate designs.
He certainly didn’t recognize the reaction because he has never seen it in such a complete way.
Silas continues from his elevated position, speaking blandly as if reading off an ancient text.
"The true mark of a royal comes from the purity of their blood.
