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Brightest Blue
Some people might have thought Teya’s future husband was handsome. His hard, expressionless mahogany face was chiselled with lines and scars, and seemed to tell of violence and other people’s suffering. His eyes were black and hawk-like, the whites yellowish and shot with blood, his nose noble and slightly hooked, the nostrils flared as if to breathe her in.
Teya thought he was repulsive.
He looked about forty (my god an old man) only a little taller than Teya herself, and stocky, his compact shoulders thickly muscled, and his large barrel chest proud and forward thrusting. He was dressed in richly ceremonial robes for the occasion, his chest pinned with jewels and turquoise, and his head crowned with an ornate headdress sporting two long feathers. There was a red, ta
