Most people love getting gifts from their husbands, but they weren’t married to Ichrys. Your maid looks confused by your fear until she opens it, letting out a shriek.

Inside the box is a pair of eyes, nestled on a silk pillow. You vaguely recall their owner: a nobleman who kept you company before he realized who you were. You made the mistake of telling Ichrys the man had “kind eyes,” when he asked about him.

A gift for my beloved, the note on the pillow reads in his elegant script.