On their way back home, Sania glance at evey old lady she met along the way, and none that she saw looked like the old lady, for some reason she had never desired to see someone so desperately for such shabby reason.
While they approached the house, she turned to Damien and asked him,
"How do my eyes look?"
"Just as beautiful as they have always been, Sania," he replied, only to be faced with a frown on Sania's face,
"What have I done wrong this time?" He wondered.
"Firstly, respect the King who assigned this duty to you. He is my husband, if you understand what I mean," she said, her tone full of disdain as she stared at him from head to toe.
"Okay, my lady." Damien responded, indicating that he understood what she meant by that statement. Besides, what more could he do?
"Secondly," Sania continued,
