“What is she?” the younger child’s voice asked as a small hand touched the highlights in Jenny’s auburn-colored hair. “Her hair looks like the fire coral mixed with the sun.”
“She’s ours is what she is,” a voice whispered. “I captured her for us.”
“Father–“
“I don’t care what he says. Time is running out. You heard what Kelia and the other servants were saying. If Father does not find a wife soon, the kingdom will be in trouble. We should have some say in who will be our mother. The Goddess said so,” the older boy said stubbornly.
“I know, but the Sea Witch…. She scares me, Dolph,” the young boy said.
Dolph waved his hand in the air. “She was the only one who could help us. This is the one, Juno. I can feel it. She is ours. The Sea Witch promised if I found a woman with hair the color
