Rising and arching Her back, feeling the muscles complaining from sitting way too long. She shakes Her head, “No. This one is to be perfect. And if for that to happen My blood is needed, then so be it.”

She walks to the workbench to gaze upon what the artist had been working on for these many hours. he walks up behind Her awaiting Her approval. She reaches out one long slender finger almost touching the collar but drawing back as She feels the intense heat radiating from it. he gestures to the sharp knife and the bowl waiting beside Her. She picks up the knife and quickly slices open Her wrist, blood gushing from the wound. She holds Her arm over the bowl. The bright red blood rapidly filling the bowl. Soon he motions Her back and holds the cloth out for Her to tie up the cut. he picks up the steel and plunges it into the blood bath. Steam rolls off it as the hissing fills the air. Moments later he draws the steel from the final bath.

“Mistress, if You would care to return at the appointed time. The collar will be ready for You to pick up.” he asks gently as he sees the strain plainly in Her face.

Holding the cloth tightly to the cut on Her arm, She nods absentmindedly. She starts to leave the workroom only to pause in the door way. “The letters, you know how I want them correct? The yellow gold to be laid over the white gold as if holding it.” She asks.

Nodding , “Yes Mistress the same pattern as the other. The engraver will be here on the morn to finish his part of the work. Go…Rest…i will bring it to You.” he responded.