He beamed, pleased. "Good," he stepped around me and scooped my hair to the side in order to fasten it. His breath touched my skin. I wanted him to place a kiss or a caress, something to define what the present was. But he fastened the necklace and turned me so he could adjust its position against the hollow of my collar bone. "Now I'm always with you," he said without meeting my eyes.
"I love it," I told him honestly, and lifted up onto my tiptoes to brush my lips against his, hoping he'd take the gesture and make it something else, something more. But he just accepted the light kiss with mild surprise, and a small smile.
"I'm happy you like it," he replied, "and now you should get ready." He steered me to the door, and down the hallway to my chamber, depositing me into Fiena's care.