A story yet to unfold... Two women one who works for her passions, while the other is adored by many and need not lift a finger.
Schön Hellviella, a name that whispers of artistry and duty, was both an artist and a servant. Her life was woven into the fabric of the Doux family, as generations of her kin had dedicated themselves to their service.
To the Doux, she was merely a servant, her worth measured in her labor. Despite their disdain,
Schön found solace in her brushes and paints, pouring her soul onto the canvas in the quiet moments she stole for herself.
The Doux had been served by the Hellviella family for generations upon generations...
In a dimly lit hall, the eldest daughter of the Doux family, Rihanna Doux, sat in quiet contemplation.
She sighed and muttered briefly, "I don't need to go to that foolish banquet just to find a stupid fiancé... ugh, this is the worst."
Schön, who was entering the dimly lit hall to work on her paintings, noticed the eldest daughter. 'This hall was her sanctuary for art, and now Rihanna Doux was here too?' What bad timing, she thought.
Rihanna, noticing Schön peeking from the corner, grinned.
"Oh? Are you here to tell on me? Going to make me run to my father and beg for forgiveness because I skipped the big banquet?" she snickered.
But no, Schön didn't want to do that. She was too mesmerized by Rihanna's beauty. Stumbling over her words, she spoke, "A-agh! I'm sorry, milady! This hall... uh... I use it to... paint... not paint the walls, I, erm...!"
She mumbled, "This is like my sanctuary for painting... hehe... I didn't know you liked to come here too."
Rihanna's eyes widened in surprise. "Ah, I see. So you're the mischievous 'Artist' who has haunted this hall, hm?"
Schön, shocked by her words, stammered, "Uh- I, uhm! No, my queen!"
Rihanna burst into laughter. "HAHAHAHAH! How silly can you be? From the rumours I heard about a shadow girl painting at 10 o'clock sharp... The guards and maids told me all about it."
"I simply thought it was a measly old prank or a thief trying t steal our valuables but no! Look here you are stammering like a silly little fool! How entertaining!"
Schön, confused by Rihanna's words, mumbled, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean for it to happen. I just like painting..."
Rihanna shushed her. "Yes, yes, I know. I love it when someone is passionate about something. So, say..."
"Why not paint a portrait of me?"
After those small words of a young lady of the Doux family.. they became quite close.
Chatting from time to time at 10 o'clock sharp, hell she even invites her for tea sometime!
Every portrait Schön made of her.. it was as beautiful as can be, Rihanna thought.
Every detail, every line and every shape, they
continued having their little time to time tea party.
At this point, Rihanna began to feel that she was falling in love with Schön.
Marshall Doux, The father of Rihanna Doux, the eldest daughter of the Doux family. A measly girl like her doesn't deserve to be in his royal family.
"WHAT?!" Rihanna exclaimed as her father announced that she was getting married off by a Duke in the North,
Her father scowled at the pathetic look on her face. "My dear please, it's a great opportunity to get to know one another of a family who is well known for their shiny diamonds.." Marshall spoke leaving Rihanna's mouth agape, no words came from her pink lips.
She wanted to stay with Shön.. she wasn't ready to get married yet.
"But- father!"
"No buts, now go into the carriage."
Schön who was devastated by the announcement of Rihanna leaving to get married was locked up in her room looking at the portraits of Rihanna.
She touched the portrait of Rihanna, feeling a deep sense of longing and frustration. Missing her dearly, Schön pressed a soft kiss onto the canvas fabric of the portrait of Rihanna..
Marshall Doux, father of Rihanna and the heir of the Doux family, looked at his son with thoughtful consideration.
Wanting to find a suitable wife for him, he decided on Schön, aware of the deep connection between her and Rihanna.
He hoped to give his son the opportunity for a meaningful relationship.
Schön, with eyes reflecting both hesitation and resolve, agreed to the proposal. Her family was overjoyed at the prospect of her marrying into the honorable Doux family.
Alas, the two girls never realized their love, leaving them to die miserably, never again holding each other's canvas or hands.
Pheobe Hellviella, the Ag'Drak of the Art Qiart.. painted a portrait, two ladies lovingly holding each other's hands and walking by the aisle.
Rhian.. .. Doux walked behind her.. glancing her from behind and shuffling her sleeves.
"Pheobe, I'm sorry."
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