By a mark, pressed down; an another life has been sealed, another destiny set off.
At first, it was only a paper, a pergament.Then some ink stains were added. They come from the sharpen tip of a dripping feather. When a hand that hold it moved in patterns; that stains left on paper, formed those symbol, that organized into words and lines, creatinga text. This writing can be orders, message, recording or a story.
Yet in this case, this decree had power above life or death. Plus no one can see at front, if this text will bring salvation or damnation. A wealthy deal or poverty.
Still, as the feather was put aside, a new player entered the ring. An end of a red wax stick was hold to close to flame of actual waxed candle. When the tip got soggy, it was press on that paper under that text, letting that wax drip down, into a small poodle.
It was another stain, and yet, as even that stick was put away a hand fits that stuck wax. No! It was a ring on one of the fingers, that sunken onto that poodle, leaving there an imprint of its complex shape. It was a heraldic seal, a signature of a certain power held inside of civilization.
Final step is to hand over that document to herald, while outstretching that hand toward messenger who will carry it. It was the ring, that as symbol demanded a tribute of a kiss.
In the end, the dices were rolled, the move made,as even the delivery itself sent to sail, is asealed deal.