His skin was the same coloring as the smoky quartz walls in the grand ballroom, a stunning mixture of his father’s ivory tones and his mother’s ebony color. It was as if the Goddess had chosen the best parts of both parents, bestowing him with the king’s wide eyes, the color of the palest-blue topaz, and his mother’s fine nose and lips.
Nope, not realistic. So sick of miscegenation lies.
