These stainless steel-backed studs hold round, faceted garnets, stones so deep and darkly red they could’ve been pulled from the heart of a long-forgotten oath. Each one gleams with a wine-dark fire, catching the light like a drop of something richer than blood, older than time.
Bloodspell is a statement made in silence, a flash of shadowed elegance and seductive intensity, perfect for those who walk the line between regality and ruin.
Because some crowns are won with fire. Others, with a single glance.
