With the death of Lacrus, only two possible queens were left to chase the throne. However, unlike their youngest sister, neither Maine nor Phos had any intentions to aim for the throne just yet. Instead, confined in their rooms surrounded by every possible luxury they could get inside the swamp, the two daughter's only task was simply admiring themselves in a mirror.
Sitting on the naked backs of their obedient brothers, the two shared different shades of herbal makeup that helped them accentuate their features. With just a taste of blue ink made from berries, they could turn their bodies the very same color–something which they loved to experiment with a lot.
"I heard Mother killed Lacrus yesterday, is that right?" Pulling on the chain around her servant's neck, Maine the dark serpent-haired lamia demanded an answer.
