Fated: Torn Apart By History, Bound for Eternity
“It was as if Helen descended from Troy. If it were not for her fiery red hair and brilliant green eyes, Brutus might not have recognized his recently purchased slave. The gown was the color of softly sifted cinnamon, while the sash that covered one shoulder was the color of an emerald held up to the sun’s rays. Her flowing locks were swept up off of her neck into a cascading tower of curls. Syra’s wild hair was artfully constrained by the finest gold braid.
The Northerner had no need for the layers of powders that his wife usually favored. Syra’s cheeks had a blush of their own, her lips a natural, deep red. It was hard to imagine that just yesterday the woman was encrusted with mud and covered in rags. Dressed such as this, Syra could easily enter a palace feast and have a dozen suitors press down upon her.
“Is it not to your standard?” Syra asked.
Brutus stumbled over his answer. Up to his standard? He did not even know that a woman could look so radiant. Syra had far surpassed any ...expectation he had ever had.MoreLess
The Northerner had no need for the layers of powders that his wife usually favored. Syra’s cheeks had a blush of their own, her lips a natural, deep red. It was hard to imagine that just yesterday the woman was encrusted with mud and covered in rags. Dressed such as this, Syra could easily enter a palace feast and have a dozen suitors press down upon her.
“Is it not to your standard?” Syra asked.
Brutus stumbled over his answer. Up to his standard? He did not even know that a woman could look so radiant. Syra had far surpassed any ...expectation he had ever had.MoreLess
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