"Red sky at night, sailors' delight. Red sky in morning, sailors take warning" obviously wasn't accurate on the Bantaan Archipelago.
Just yesterday evening, a brilliant red sunset as gorgeous as his sisters' cheeks had been followed by heavy rain the very next morning.
In Violet's bedroom, listening to the PITTER-PATTER of rain outside the window, Byron, who had toiled through the night, felt too lazy to get out of bed.
Especially since he had been "sealed" onto the large bed by his two sisters.
In his left arm lay Violet, her shimmering silver hair scattered across the pristine white pillow like a silver moon descended to the Mortal World.
On his right, Catherine lay with her equally disheveled, sun-golden hair, resembling a radiant and passionate sun.
