Ophelia gazed at the ring, her fingers itching to touch it. Leonard noticed her longing expression and smiled gently.
"Would you like to hold it?" he asked softly, his eyes full of understanding.
Ophelia looked at him, her breath catching in her throat. "Can I?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and reverence.
Leonard nodded, his smile widening. "Of course. Just be careful."
With careful hands, Leonard placed the ring in Ophelia's palm.
The moment her fingers closed around the cool metal, she felt a strange warmth spread through her, as if the ring were pulsing with a life of its own.
The intricate design seemed to glow under the soft light of the chamber, the ancient craftsmanship becoming even more apparent up close.
"It's beautiful," Ophelia breathed, her eyes wide with wonder. "I can feel... something. It's like it's alive."
