[COMPLETE] ❝Seven princes stood before me. But which of them is the one I seek?❞
Briar Rosette, a curious girl of the 21st century, was somehow captivated by one of History's greatest mysteries. It was the tale between the Painter and the Musician...
The memory of Prince Agustus Dane from yesterday was stuck with me the whole night after. Even though Prince Vante Osburne told me to act as if it never happened, it was still there, lingering in the complexities of my consciousness.
At a time when there was falling drizzle, when a cold mist entered the village streets, when despair was stricken upon all—what could he be doing?
I sighed, sipping a cup of creamed coffee to ease my thoughts. I shouldn't be thinking about him anyways.
Right, I shouldn't, because what my personal assistant said next was a dreadful reminder of a task I was supposed to complete.
"Young miss, His Majesty was curious about how things were going with the portrait of his children."
I almost spilled my drink.
Crap, I forgot about that.
"Is he asking for it today?" I gulped, letting the last drop of the sweet liquid enter my throat. The handmaidens automatically took the empty ceramic from me and exited with my silver tray.
"That I do not know." Gertrude ruefully responded, scratching the nape of her neck.
I reclined in my seat, glancing at the bottom drawer where my documents were stashed safely. It seems that I have to change my list of priorities for now. I rubbed my temples, the stress finally sinking in.
"One more problem and I might yeet myself out the window."
"Yeet?" Gertrude echoed, and I snapped back to reality.
"N-Nothing," I plastered a fake smile, "I have a favor to ask of you."
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In the search for my paintbrushes, palette, and a big hand-stitched canvas, I sped downstairs to the atelier, only to see Prince Jacque Darryl standing in the middle of the room with an expectant look.
"Jacque..."
"I knew you'd come here," he exhaled, releasing his folded arms to raise his two fingers that held up a note, "What's this about?"
Meet me in the Royal Gardens, for it is the prettiest picture of the palace.
Humbly yours,
KhaleesiDulcinaErmengard
"Gertrude insisted that I put my full name despite my hesitation..."
"No, Rosette," he refrained from drawing his lips to a smile, wanting a serious reply from me, "what's the content about?"
I let out a breath of surrender, knowing that I cannot escape from his interrogation after all. "It is what you think it is. I plan to paint the seven princes today."
