The ring belongs to a woman who is completely broken.

All the beautiful rings he wore had belonged to his mother.

The rings must belong to humans of power and influence, you say.

"The ring belonged to my mother," he said against her palm.

The ring did not belong in the time he lived in.

It turns out the ring belongs to none other than Merlin.

The ring, as I say, belonged to her mother.

She looked down at her finger, where the Prelate's ring belonged.

The advertisement is answered by an old woman who claims that the ring belongs to her daughter.

These rings do not belong to me, and yet, how in the devil could they belong to any one else?