The image of her so many years ago, when she had first landed into the manor with blood in her hair and her red gown all torn up and wet from snow, flashed across his mind. She had been unconscious and wretchedly unaware of what was happening as he’d taken the ring that was now in his pocket, and slid it onto her finger, uniting them both through the darkest of magic. She had deserved so much better—a proper wedding, a proper gown and event to help her realize the importance of their union.