My blade is my own.

“I don’t care about fine dresses, I’m okay with sharing your clothes.” She held on tighter to Casca. For so long Farnese had thought that her life had been already decided for her, who she would marry, when, where they would live…..but meeting Casca….just getting to know her was as if Farnese had been given a new life, one were she felt much freer, happier, and so very much in love.

She was surprised as Casca separated from her and took out a small gift meant for her. Farnese had indeed seem many other exemplary pieces of jewelry, perfectly cut diamonds, sparkling rubies and sapphires, silver and gold melded into intricate and delicate pieces. But they all seemed to pale in comparison to this simple ring, made most beautiful by the simply fact that not only had Casca picked it, Casca had picked it thinking of her.

“Like it? I love it….I love it a lot! Would you put it on me?”

“My clothes are frumpy though. I haven’t bought anything new for years...” Casca mumbled, looking away in embarrassment. “Maybe...if you have time...we can go to the market together? You have much better taste than me.” Not to mention that way, they can buy things that fit Farnese best. Casca still had her old clothes, and she’d never subject her pretty lily to wearing them.

“You do?” Warmth welled within her. A wide grin spread across her face. “Of course! Here, let me just...” Casca slipped the pouch back into her pocket, and held one of Farnese’s hands. She carefully slid the ring onto Farnese’s index finger, and paused to admire the little shell glittering under the sun.