This idea just came to me.
The white stag raced across the muddy, churned-up meadow, shimmered and disappeared.
Fury swept through Hammer. He fisted his hands, wanting to hit something. Preferably the fae. The stupid lying fae – how could he be so stupid?
He knew they lied. Knew he shouldn’t believe the stag’s sweet words.
Hammer turned, slammed his fist into the tree behind him. Pain sang up his arm. He welcomed it, welcomed the splinters. Anything to take his mind off the stag’s betrayal.
He smashed his fist into the tree again. Heard something crack. He looked up and something silver fell to the ground in front of him. A ring.
He bent and picked it up. The words I am sorry were etched around the band.