Hina tsukuru was a young spiritual women that earned her keep by painting and sketching Royals that all looked like they would rather be some where else.
It was on one rainy morning that she sat in her workshop putting the finishing touches to a painting of a tired woman holding a screaming baby that wouldn't stop trying to defy the blanket that swaddled him.
The door flew open a tall thin man trudged in dreanched to the bone. Leaving a trail of water behind him as he headed to where Hina sat looking at the man as if he had just came from hell. "You are Hina tsukuru I presume" he asked maintaining prolonged eye contact that almost made her uncomfortable
"Yep that's me" she answered standing up , throwing the paint brush in a bucket of soapy water
"What can I do for you on this fin-uhh morning" she looked outside to notice that since the man had come in the Rain had got heavier and showed no signs of stopping.
"I have been sent by the palace to ask you to come and meet the king regarding his son" they said handing her a piece of rolled parchment he had taken from his overcoat. "He expects you to be there as soon as you can" he added turning to leave and to brave the storm and make the journey back to the palace. "Oh course" she replied watching the man walk out and fight with the storm to walk the way he wanted.
"What a strange man he has my pity" she said out loud to herself.
Well then I better get my traveling cloak she thought going to the back of her store grabbing the most clean one. One without paint or unquestioned rips or tears.
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FanfictionHina a royal artist spends her days standing Painting ancient kings and screaming newborns is summoned to paint a portrait of the king's son but when she gets there she is met with a shock
