The twins, even though, the thought of as the most beautiful goddesses were present. They thought the golden skin; even if it was beautiful it lacked more colour--not dark enough, not shiny enough, not supple enough--It should be chestnut, instead of wheat coloured.
The hair; even if it was silky, the hair seemed to lack volume--not thick enough, not full enough--the colour was off, too bland and gaudy.
Eyes were too weak, the colour and emotional flux were enough to make you shudder in disgust!
Their overall person?
Too demure it was utterly pathetic.
The twins continued to compare their wife--Satrya Bennett, to these goddesses and could not help but sneer, they could not help the raw fury that was lit, even when the king announced words that would bring joy to others, the two could not help but feel dread.
"These two will be your wives,"
The King spoke plainly, his form though relaxed and booked no denial.