The Cuff of the Thistle Guard

Torridon, Highlands, 1912 — Dusk. In the remote hills above Torridon, Fiona MacIntyre held the silver spoon in her hands, its handle engraved with curling thistles, their sharp beauty echoing the rugged Highlands. Skilled hands reshaped it into a wide cuff ring, wrapping the finger like a protective embrace. Sliding it on, she felt the silver settle firmly, as if the thistle itself lent strength — guarding not only her hand but her spirit. The ring carried a lesson: true protection comes not from force, but from vigilance, care, and respect for what sustains you. Fiona felt it in every movement, every breath — the thistle cuff reminded her that when the soul is honored and the heart watched over, the wearer walks through life with courage, resilience, and serenity.