The Queen and Her King

My Muse

-Three Months Until Descendants 3-

Third Person

Brielle was having a chill-out day in her dorm as her royal duties had thoroughly exhausted her. It was late in the evening and she was just unwinding sprawled out on her bed. She had even taken off almost all of her clothes to really relax.

As soon as she had gotten back to her dorm she had stripped herself of nearly all of her clothes, simply leaving on some short shorts and that was it. She let her hair down and washed her face, putting on a movie and laying on her stomach on her bed, enjoying some true peaceful time.

Harry tapped his pencil on his sketch paper whilst sitting on his bed, attempting to have his own chill-out day, no new ideas for what to sketch. He'd tried a few things, but end up erasing the entire thing a few lines in. He needed some inspiration, so he decided to text the person that gave him the most inspiration to see if she would be game to maybe pose for him, his muse.

Brielle lit up at the familiar ringtone she gave Harry, rolling over in bed to grab her phone. She looked at his message and lit up,

Har <3: Aye love, I'm having some creative frustration at the moment so could I maybe come over and sketch ya?

She quickly texted him back and agreed to be his model once again as she loves being his model. She rolled back over onto her stomach and continued watching her movie in wait. She didn't care she was lacking actual clothes besides shorts but she was alright with that.

Harry softly knocked on Brielle's door, sketchbook and pencil in hand excitedly waiting,

"Come in!"

Brielle shouted from inside, she had officially given Harry an actual key instead of him having to pick the lock all the time. He whipped out his key and opened her door and closed it right behind him as soon as he walked in, not looking at Brielle just yet,

"Ello love, sorry ta bother ya on yer day off but I just need some inspiration ya know?"

Harry finally turned around and saw Brielle on her bed still on her stomach which hid her chest but there was a huge spike in artistic passion and normal passion in Harry as he laid his eyes on her smiling figure,

"Yeah I get it, I'm not an artist but I have that feeling here and there too. And your presence is always permitted, you most certainly aren't bothering me"

Harry simply stared at her in absolute awe, star-struck even. He loves drawing her especially in more natural forms, and this is his definition of heavenly for him, godly and more than the word beautiful could describe. He longingly smiled at her as she raised a brow at his lack of words,

"You alright Har? Cat got your tongue?"

Brielle said with a very slight smirk tugging at the edge of her lips. Harry chuckled and walked on over to her bedside,

"Yeh, ye sure did take my breath away if that's what yer asking"

Brielle giggled as a light dusting of cherry red blush crept onto her cheeks,

"You don't mind my lack of a top do you?"

Brielle sweetly asked as Harry had completely lit up in the face with pure blush. Harry quickly shook his head and carefully placed his sketchbook and pencil onto her bed,

"Oh I don't mind at all, it's just... skin after all"

He whispered whilst his eyes carried on, not just because he was checking her out no no, but also because his inner artist was admiring the lines and unique marks all over her. Brielle rested her head on her arms,