The crone wasn't given to crying much. Or she hadn't been until Eric had come into her life. Two very important times she'd shed tears, and now she was on the verge of doing it again. There was something about such emotions that threatened such a reaction, but thankfully she took a breath and let it go.
As he spoke the words, she felt it. She never looked up. Her eyes remained fixedly on Eric's, and she allowed herself to bask in the feelings coming from him, moving through her and back to him. She didn't correct the right placement, as she was also wearing the one she saw as the marker of her promise to him.
With his vows said, she pulled a small silk bag from the folds of her skirt. Holding it up, she expertly turned the bag out without touching what was in it, also without letting go of the contents. She held up the cold iron band, the design of the crown and the knife danced around it. Of course, there was another ring, platinum, that had a few protection spells built in, but this was the ring chose for him. The iron didn't hurt, per say, but the touch made her very uncomfortable. Iron, cold iron, was not her friend - it was no magical creatures real friend.
"I take you to be my partner in life. I will cherish our union. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live."
Finally she touched the cold band, breathing carefully to keep herself from shuddering. The only time in the City she'd touched iron such as this had been that damn asylum, so memories were not pleasant. This would remake those memories. She slid the ring slowly down, not his left but his right hand to mirror the ring that was her true wedding ring.