A Greek god.
That was the first thing that Freya could think of when she saw her mother crying in the arms of the man who she knew was her father, when she saw her sister, Lucille, a mere feet away from them, waiting to be included.
Her father was a Greek god.
She ignored Aiden's gruff of jealousy in her mind, and admired the man that was her father.
He was tall, very tall. Standing at more than about 6'3". His body was strong and athletic, like he could easily run fast or lift heavy things. His skin was a warm, golden tan, as if he spends a lot of time in the sun, as if he wasn't as they that spent the daytime underground.
His face was perfectly shaped, with high cheekbones and a strong, square jawline. He had thick, dark eyebrows that give him a look of determination, and his nose was straight and perfectly proportioned.
