Soleia gasped in pain as she felt Ricard's blood rake over her skin. It tugged hard, cleanly yanking her multi-crystal ring off her finger in one fell swoop.
She tried to reach for it instinctively, her hands grasping at thin air in an attempt to grab it back, but Ricard moved quickly. He waved a hand, and just like that, the coil of blood sent the ring soaring into his hands.
He held the ring between his two fingers, the crystals dazzling in the light of the lamps. Ricard let out a low whistle as he admired the delicate piece of jewelry.
"Beautiful," he said. "You have a pair of nifty hands, Princess Soleia. Perhaps Minister Goldstein would even be impressed by how you have managed to carve down each gem to fit this tiny ring while still making it usable."
