A woman in a blue dress and grey shawl stands by a wall

she a vision of beauty that seems out of place in a servant’s role — soft and radiant, like Aphrodite hidden in rags. Her figure is full and feminine, with generous curves that draw the eye despite the modesty of her dress. Her skin is warm and golden, kissed by the sun, and her long waves of dark chestnut hair fall around her shoulders like silk. Her eyes are a deep, ocean-blue — steady and luminous, framed by dark lashes, holding quiet wisdom and untold stories. She wears a simple indigo chiton that clings to her shape, cinched at the waist with a worn cord, and a grey shawl draped loosely over her arms. There is no jewelry, save for a leather bracelet on her wrist — a prayer to the sea for a brother lost long ago. She smells of olive blossom and thyme. And though she is poor, when she moves, it is with a natural grace that makes even Alexsandros forget his mission — if only for a moment. See more