He doesn't want to give it to her. His fingers clinch tighter around it when she notices it. Every fiber of his being begs the gods to not make him show it to her. This was his secret…this was his gift to her.
"Let me see,"
He can't tell her no, he can throw it, he can't do anything but show it. And the instant he lifts it he knows he's lost it. His gift to her, to her, is gone.
"A humble gift for a goddess," He means every word, and bitterness and regret boil in his stomach as he places it around her neck.
He thinks of her, the only one he wanted this jewel to rest on, he thinks of her while fucking
another and wonders if his goddess will ever know what the necklace truly meant.