"I honestly had no idea when to give this to you, but today seems as good a day as any."

Say glanced up from the loose thread of his suit sleeve, which threatened to unravel and left him concerned about it's doing so during the ceremony. His mother had come into his room with a blank metal container that he recognized as being the beginnings of a heritage crate. He had helped her work on the engravings of hers, but honestly did not expect to receive a brand new one of his own.

"Mother?" He started to inquire, but lost the thought before it formed.

Chiarina smiled at him, unsure how to proceed. Eventually she tilted her head reassuringly. "You'll get mine as well, but I'm afraid that it won't open for you. After my passing, it will never open again, so we need to start over."

Say visibly drooped upon hearing those words. He knew that the Lieronese princess wasn't biologically his mother, but she had raised him all the same after his parents abandoned him nearly 21 years ago. He didn't know much about them, but if he followed his lineage back, he was the half-brother of Chiarina's son. It was enough of a familial tie for him to call her "Amma" in earnest, but apparently not enough for the heirlooms.

He looked over the box. Like hers, it had a number of sliding panels that needed to be arranged before it could be unlocked. Unlike hers, it was bare and still had the pin to draw blood from its initial owner. "Is there anything inside?"

"One thing, yes. I'll leave the choice to keep it up to you though."

Say frowned and carefully lifted the lid of the box. Inside it was a triangular amulet that, while nicely crafted, meant practically nothing to him. He lifted it out and shifted it around, letting the light catch on the facets of the four diamonds set within. "What's this?"

"It's what your parents used to appease me into letting them stay. It wasn't theirs and it should have magical properties, but I don't know how to access them." She paused to smile sincerely at him, "If it were not for that trinket, you would have never been left in my care."

Say raised an eyebrow and inspected the necklace once again before putting it back in the box. "Then, for that, I think I'll keep it." He looked at the needle and the blank panels. "I don't know how well that story will translate in the engravings though. It's kind of short."

"Well," His mother smiled at him sadly. "For the second half of your wedding gift, let me tell you the tale of Libris Del Sol."