The One Ring was a relic only a handful of people had ever known about, a ring of power forged by the High Elves of Earthland, and gifted to her by Odin in return for her deeds in Asgard. Although some of its power had weakened due to the fact she was one of the mortal races, it still would be quite a powerful boon to Esperia.
Not to mention, the idea of having a second one forged as a replica to give Valerie a matching ring sounded so hopelessly romantic to her.
There was just one problem: In the morning when she prepared to pick up the rings from their hiding place, they had been missing. It left Esperia in a state of inner panic, flailing around her wyvern as she spoke. "To think I lose them! I even secretly hid them before Valerie could see them and now they are gone!"
The wyvern looked sympathetically at Esperia, while the girl's panic continued. "To think I lost them on the day of our trip, uguu... I'm a failure of a wife! Who would even trust a wife with her life if she can't even protect their rings?!"
It seemed Esperia was clearly panicking, to the point that Valerie could likely sneak up on her if she desired to do so...
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