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Emilia and Niklaus had been walking throughout the castle grounds for a couple of hours as he told her all about his preferred arts, and she shared her vast knowledge about the artists who had visited the Castle and taught her some marvelous ways to paint and draw perfectly, even though she liked to address art as something imperfect that our eyes and hearts perfect on their own.
"One particular artist, though, his arts were inspiring but I don't think he knew how to put his work into words," Emilia shared, crossing her arms over her chest, "That, alone, made me believe how much writing tops the painting."
Niklaus raised an eyebrow, showing he wasn't giving up that debate any time soon, "Painting is always felt...it's a whole other dimension. If you don't feel it then it must have been something fundamentally wrong."
"With the piece of art?"
"With the artist."
Emilia chuckled, nodding, "You put up a convincing debate, Lord Niklaus. I am impressed."
"So...what had you pick Elijah to fake courting you?"
She frowned, surprised he could be that blunt before referring to denial, "Fake...what? I don't understand where you are coming from with this?"
"Darling, I know my brother," Niklaus had a look on his face that forced her to roll her eyes in an attempt to fool him, "And while you do put up a convincing act, he certainly doesn't."
He was inspecting her face as her lips parted and her eyebrows were furrowed together. Niklaus passed her a small smile, commenting, "I don't know if you knew this but your eyebrows and nose scrunch up when you are about to lie—"
She interjected, her eyebrows and nose scrunching up in disbelief and anger that she attempted to show so he would let the subject go, "I do not lie."
"There, you are doing it again," He pointed out, raising an eyebrow as Emilia folded her arms together, looking up at him. "I won't tell your father," Niklaus spoke up, reassuring the blonde as she sighed, shaking her head.
"It's not just my father. No one should even know that this lie is going on...I would lose their trust and I don't want that, okay?" Emilia breathed out, running a hand through her hair in frustration, "I know that to you it looks like I am that bored princess having fun but I am not that person. My intention was always clear, I don't want to get married and be sold out like I am someone's property because I am certainly not and never will be."
