The ethereal beauty of the two handmaidens was breathtaking. Even a casual glance was enough to make people pause, but a closer look made their beauty almost overwhelming.
Their features were exquisitely refined, flawless to a degree that seemed unreal. Yet what made them truly striking was the strange contrast in their presence. There was a cold, distant pride about them, the quiet arrogance of someone accustomed to standing above others, and yet at the same time they carried the gentle composure of obedient attendants. They could appear soft and demure like loyal servants, tender and graceful, but in the next moment their bearing resembled that of noble princesses whose dignity made others feel instinctively small.
