~THE WAY OF WATER~

MANY MEN THE PRINCESS HAD SEEN, but none like the Prince. Many stunning views had greeted her lovely blue eyes, but none as glorious as her brother. At the shedding of his clothes, she was lost for words.

Unlike Hemlock the Handsome, Marsil didn't drop his underpants. But the sight was just as tempting. Esabel could feel the blood roaring in her ears as she looked on him stand so tall and beautiful. He turned to them for a bit and she heard Ferra gasp beside her.

She was equally as stunned by his physique. Marsil was a natural beauty; with his piercing silver eyes and silky pale hair that fell down to his nape, he could turn the heads of many. But now, staring at him, Esabel saw a rougher edge. A darker tone to all his beauty.