Cassandra had always a gorgeous young woman, a flower that bloomed in adversity, but that day, for the first time, she was able to shine in all of her glory. The War God, behind his impassible facade, was properly stunned. In terms of natural beauty, Cassandra was indisputably beautiful. All the jewels and attires of the concubines of the Imperial palace couldn't beat such a natural beauty.
Though they were of different shades, the deep green of her dress was complimenting her eyes perfectly. Her brown hair, too, was falling in natural curls on her shoulders and down on her back and belly, with that crown they had bought together on top. Several of the servants whispered about her looks, but the rain covered any sound, and, anyway, the War God wouldn't have been able to hear. All of his
