She'd already tried, countless times, to find a way how. She'd pored through her library and found nothing useful. She'd asked him questions, to which he'd given unsatisfactory answers. After her suicide attempt, the one that had spurred him into getting her pregnant, he had made an alteration to the ring's enchantments, that her ring could only be taken off when he was conscious and had given his approval. It had been a nasty shock for her to find out, the next time she had tried to escape. She'd waited until he was deeply asleep and had worked carefully to ensure success. Somehow, he'd known through his sleep what she'd tried to do and woken while she still had his hand around her finger, trying to pull the ring off. He had stared at her until she'd finally noticed and looked up, her face draining of color. He had done nothing but stare. She'd stopped moving, silently admitting defeat, and he'd wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, his breath warming her hair, one hand lying flat and spread over her pregnant belly.