Olikase Snippets

Art

Point of view is from painter. It makes sense don't judge. 😂 Was inspired in art class.

Also, excessive Oliver praise in this one?
-----------

Having finished sketching another rough draft, I'd send it to the king by dusk. Have it been well, I would've had my pay in my pockets. His dissatisfaction called me in on any other sunny day to paint his precious son, prince Fukase. The boy was restless and didn't hold still. He had sunken eyes and pressed his lips shut, being frustrated on having to sit stiff for another second. He kicked the base of the seat he sat on with the heel of his shoe and eyed the lead marks shaving off onto the floor. He then toyed at the deep amber colored amulet hanging from his neck with a sigh.

It was to be expected that the prince would not be in the mood for quite some time. After the tragedy that befell the queen, it would've been odd in itself if he hadn't shown his distress. When I asked why he brought the amulet to every session, he responded with the wish of his mother. It appeared to be that the queen had encouraged him to have it in his most recent portrait to portray their devotion to each other. Though, it is with a heavy shame that the queen wouldn't be able to see the finished product.

We were stationed at one of the extending towers overlooking the vast yard claimed by the royal family. From the large bay windows reaching from the floor to the ceiling, any onlooker would be able to see the heavily tended rose gardens outside. This of course was the view His Majesty had desired to be the background for his son's portrait.

At first, the young prince obeyed his father in being mostly stationary but was quite one to complain about the lengthy procedure. After the next few trials, His Majesty had informed him to keep comments to a minimum if he planned on getting out faster, which resulted in the prince growing more impatient motion wise.

I took in a heavy sigh as I too was getting tired of the portrait routine. Having felt that there was no improvement at all, I packed up my brushes and oils. The prince piped up at the clanking metal outside and looked out the window over his shoulder. I followed his gaze to find his eyes trailing the priest's son as he tread the heels of an armored knight, the source of the clanking, on patrol, while eagerly asking him questions. As the boy skipped along with the older figure, the tail end of his navy coat swayed as it accompanied his every flowing movement, making the boy seem much more regal.

The boy was almost as noteworthy as the prince himself. Dare I say possibly more so. Being expressive and gracious, if one hadn't known, the priest's son would have appeared to be a lost seraph. Light blonde hair, a celestial frame, a face with the most bewitching smile...Surely he would be incredibly more thrilling to paint, and oh what a masterpiece it would turn out to be!

To my own surprise, the prince was endlessly more spellbound than I. Gawking over every little thing the other boy did. The prince's lips were slightly parted as if he was simply that lost for words. It could be said that there were literal stars in his eyes as he meticulously eyed his infatuation.

I wouldn't say that I cared for whoever the prince seemed intrigued by, or that it would be fun to spread around either, but it was possibly the only emotion I'd seen him have since the passing of Her Majesty. An emotion that if I were able to convey, would possibly lend me my gold.

Later in the evening, I headed to the king's headquarters to turn in new sketches I've developed to draft the portraits structure. Again, causing the upmost dissatisfaction, I was sent home to redeem myself in two weeks. Before dismissing myself this time however, I made the small request to have the priest's son aid me in handling chalk colors.

For the next session, the young prince's reaction to our additional guest was unparalleled. His eyes widened, not believing what he was actually seeing. His cheeks were as if it went up in flames with how red they were, and he wavered on each breath he took. It came to my attention this was most likely the first time he's been in the same room with the smaller boy. To behave in such a manner suggests to me that this attraction has been going on for quite a while than just two weeks ago.