The Duke didn't immediately take it; he looked down at the Silver Feather.
It lay quietly in Annabelle's palm, like a beam of moonlight that had floated down from a great height and settled in the human realm.
This was a token that only he could take away, not for public or transactional purposes, not even like a gift.
It represented a family's willingness to place the warmth of their ancestors on someone like him, an outsider.
After gazing at it for a long time, he finally reached out and took the Silver Chain.
The moment his fingertip touched the feather, seven clusters of fire within his Spiritual Sea trembled lightly, as if warmed by a gentle breeze blowing through.
He wrapped the chain around his left wrist, then raised his head and nodded to Annabelle: "This gift is far too weighty."
Annabelle laughed, her eyes slightly bending downward.
"Now you see how sincere the Bryan Family's friendship with you really is."
