She has never been one to concern herself with trinkets and baubles. She enjoys the loveliness that her hands pass over when she readies Lady Mary, to be sure. But she has also understood from the time she was young that it is not her lot in life to have such things of beauty. No, she has no real desire for jeweled hair combs, long strands of pearls, or glittering rings.
He is the only jewel her heart desires. He is a thing of beauty, her lovely diamond in the rough, with his honorable ways, his soft words, his quiet touches, his gentle demeanor. The sparkle of his eyes as he looks at her is glitter enough for two lifetimes. The shining fob of his watch the only gold chain she could ever want to toy with in quiet moments. The simple band, gleaming around her ring finger is the all the jewelry she needs.