It was no lie that both women and men of Lyseni descent and birth were beautiful, that was Lys' signature after all. Beauty with beauty until all that strived was the beautiful, no matter their station.

And Prince Rhaegel was one of the lucky men who managed to get his hands on a Lyseni wife, permanently. Rhaegel was quite proud of his wife, practically worshipping the ground she walked on. Even though he was the royalty in the dynamic.

Rhaegel was hardly found far from his wife, which is where he now stood, insisting she bathed with him. Rhaegel had a determined expression on his face, his hand gently holding hers.

"Your handmaidens are much to rough with you, wife. If we bathe together, I can make sure your skin is not rubbed raw."

Rhaegel assured, strands of his black hair falling down his forehead.