Heroine

Six- Painting

She frowned at the picture, it just didn't seem right,
She had been at the sketch for hours sitting with a pencil in hand ,
She was drawing him,
Logan.

She has it all done in graphite and couldn't wait to paint it, however there was just something wrong , she couldn't get his expression right.
She put up the draft copy on her wall to see if a different light pattern would make it any better, it didn't,
And it frustrated her, she was a queen, a master of her arts, a ruler over lands and people, a ruthless tyrant,
And she couldn't even draw one man.

She had never wondered if she had a mate before, most werewolves were gifted by the moon goddess when they were between 18-22 , the only way to know if you were mates or not would be to kiss someone, if you felt sparks and tingles then you would be mates and an attraction would be immediate.

but she knew that no one would want the brutal merciless queen as their mate, so She was ready to never have one, either that or they would reject her first,

Why would the moon goddess doom someone with a mate like her, why would she gift an unloving queen such as herself with a mate.

She was brought back from her thoughts as the pencil in hand snapped and she walked away from the painting room adjoined to her tower.
She closed over the little brown door and slid the bookcase on wheels over to cover the entrance.

She slid into a comfortable dress and took herself downstairs to the breakfast table , to her surprise, she was once again joined by Matthew,

"Good morning your majesty " snickers Matthew,
She simply ignores his insolence and slides into a seat, within a few minutes of silence she sighs and turns to face him,

"Morning Matthew, did you sleep well?"

He gives her a dazzling smile,

"of course ara-Minnie-moo , may I ask what is on your hands?"

She frowned and glanced at her paint splattered hands,
"That would be paint." she states shoving them under the table,

"I didn't know you painted?" He says his voice sounding excited is a few octaves higher than normal,

"Well you do now" she states , thankful that the chef is walking through the doors with silver platters,

He places them on the table before giving a slight bow and leaving.

She opened the silver top and presented the full fried breakfast for both of them, bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, french toast, sausages and fresh orange juice, she dug in immediately, almost forgetting her manners, she sat up straight and cut it into tiny pieces and slowly put each piece to her mouth with a fork as her stomach growls,

"Go ahead, shove it down you, I know you want to" comes the voice of Matthew who wiggles his eyebrows, daring her to,
She rolls her eyes, but starts stuffing it down Her throat, Almost crying with laughter as Matthew dribbles juice all down his front, in retaliation to this, he yanks the table cloth his way, she yanks it back spilling scrambled egg all over the table cloth that is worth more than Matthew and probably Logan put together,
I know what you're thinking,
Why on earth is she eating on it then?
Well she was rich, that's all there was to it, when you had unlimited money and power like she did you would probably buy a $300,000 table cloth too.

She hauled on the cloth with Matthew until he lets go,
Sending her flying off the back of her chair as She pulls it back and is sent sprawling on the floor.

"Matthew!" She screeches as he chokes on his laughter ,
She finds herself laughing as well despite the situation and is gasping with laughter on the floor as Matthew claps his hands and chortles like a seal,

In their state of hysterics, the two of them barely notice a frowning Logan in the doorway, watching the two of them get closer,
He watches as his brother picks up a laughing Aramine off of the floor, and as he takes out his phone playing music through the large dining room,

"Come on Aramine, have a dance." Matthew calls out taking her arms and moving them with his,

"I hope you know, I hope you kno-o-o-w, that this has nothing to do with you." He sings dramatically,

"Fergie? I would have thought if anything you'd be singing Fergalicious Matthew," she laughed at him,

surprisingly Aramine starts joining in, after some persuasion and bad dance moves,
"And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket, but I gotta get a move on with my life."
She giggles, but both boys can't help but smile at her voice,
Logan was smiling the brightest, hiding behind the door,
He walks away down the long winding corridor convincing himself he doesn't care. Doesn't care that they have both gotten on, but he can't get attached, neither can Matthew, they had a mission.

Even if it meant taking out his brother he would complete that mission.

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"Don't give me up !" Howls Matt and his ear-drum-aching rendition of 'birdy-not about angels'

"Please stop for the sake of my eardrums," Aramine groaned at his so-called singing,

"Why do you hate me." He huffed,
"But if you want me to stop you have to draw me." He bargains and Aramine sighs,

"Fine fine, just come with me," she grabs his hand as he stops the music, she drags him up into her tower, pleading for her prisoners to be quiet,

She sighs as she reaches the top of the tower where her room is,

"This is my room, I have an art room through here, but I have paint everywhere , so give me a minute to clean it up okay?"

He nods slowly with a light smirk, and she opens the door, before slamming it shut,

She makes a mad dash to her art room, barely having time to take down Logan's picture and shoving it in a drawer before Matthew barges in,

He stops in his tracks, all his thoughts about splattered paint and a messy room all die in his throats as he takes in her little room,

"Aramine, you did this?" He asks, his composure coming back to him.
She frowns, and realised her entire childhood, or Rather her nightmares that she could remember, were all painted and hung from her wall, all the creatures, snarling wolves, her family, the stars, the country, everything had been painted on canvases with thick paint,

So many beautiful pieces of butterflies up close, green grass, fur on A wolfs back, it was all....... magnificent...

"My good god, You have talent." He says as he sits on a stool in front of her easel, he pulls over a plain screen behind him , he even pulls across a big light, she adjusts the lighting in the room, He is in the dark with light hitting his jaws and eyes, highlighting his stony, model-like expression.

And with that, she picks up her pencil to start the outline of his face.