Some promises are made in velvet halls. Others are made on the battlefield, sealed with blood and iron.
Mercenary’s Oath is no gentle vow. Garnet beads glimmer like drops of spilled wine—or spilled lifeblood—while polished hematite brings the weight of steel. Skulls march along the strand, flanking the dagger-through-heart pendant at the center, a symbol as blunt as it is final. More skulls wait at the clasp, ensuring the reminder of mortality lingers even at the back of the neck.
Heavy in hand, heavier in meaning, this necklace is less adornment than declaration. To wear Mercenary’s Oath is to carry the weight of promises forged not in love, but in survival. It is the jewelry of a pragmatist, a fighter, someone who understands that every vow has a cost.
