Her doll body was lifeless, a cold, lifeless thing sat in a blood-soaked cave deep in the ground, deep below a temple at that too. The Tarnished approached, you. You held a ring in you hand, watching and observing her body. Only her eyes watched, while her body, covered in rags and blood, sat still.

You kneeled down, lifting one of her graceful hands up, her fingers were stretched out purposefully, to make your job easier.

You lifted the ring to her finger, and then you hesitated after you held it closer. This was an awkward situation. Were you getting married? Was this marriage? This was awkward; and you didn’t know what to do when married. W-Would… would you have a honeymoon? If you became Elden Lord was she your consort or you hers? Ugh! You just halted, and she did consider it, but she finally realized the turmoil going on inside you.

She spoke, her voice soft and nearly sultry, it always soothed you, “Tarnished?”