{ Ehann }
Chapter 7.
That night the prince met the boy he could not sleep. He felt the need to paint the boy in the field of cold snow white flowers, he swore his body moved on its own as he revived the white canvas to a beautiful scenery.
It was his biggest artwork yet. With a canvas so tall it almost reached the ceiling, and so wide it covered a whole wall.
It took him many days & nights to finish it, but it was worth it as he stared into his recreation of the little place he found in the woods, with the boy he met in the middle of the flowers, smiling with closed eyes and teeth showing.
He was proud, probably one of the best things he had done since he lived. The prince asked one of the maids to help him bring it out of his art room and hang it on a wall around the castle.
Only when he finished the painting had he remembered of the cheesecake he never ended up eating, so he walked towards the kitchen he had last placed the dessert in and quickly left. Not wanting to speak with his family, at least not at the moment.
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"You look tired" worried his sister as she looked at her sibling drag himself along the walls.
"I made this painting... Want to see it?" He questioned as he turned to look at his sister, stoping his attempt in walking.
"If you can still stand" she joked
The prince then sighed, leaving the wall at peace then properly standing. "Follow me" he huffed out.
As the two were walking side by side, the princess could tell her brother hadn't slept for what seemed like days, the more she kept looking at him the more she doubted he was healthy enough to blink.
They soon arrived at his artwork, the painting was placed in a wall close to the entrance of the castle. It fit well with the chair's and tables etc. That was placed around it, the princess was surprised yet delighted to see such a beauty infront of her. Then she noticed the boy in the middle of the canvas.
"Who's the boy?" Questioned the princess, still staring at the painting.
"No one in particular. " The prince trailed off his sentence.
"Does he look familiar to you?"
"Not that i remember" she spoke, still astonished by the art piece infront of her.
"It amazing, the painting that is" she whispered
"I personally think it's my best one yet, do you agree?" He doubted
"It truely is the greatest thing i have seen" she cried out, happy for her brothers progress in his passion for art.
"You look tired... Have you slept at all?"
"No not really..."
"You need sleep, you can't go on like this or you'll pass out dead"
"It's fine i-"
"No."
"Very well then."
He then bowed his head at his sister then walked in direction to his bedroom, part of him wanted her to say those words, the other wanted to eat the dessert, he was happy.. truely, but very tired.
On his way to his room, he kept thinking about the boy he met in the woods, and how sincere his smile was, the way he talked, the way he stuttered when he messed up on a word, the way his earing moved with every movement he made.
It all made him feel a sort of way he didn't know how to explain, he could feel heat rise to his face the more he thinks about the boy.
Aelius was it? He didn't exactly remember, all he could remember was his face.. his hands.. his style in clothes. And the way some of his Spanish accent slipped off his tounge here and there.
Maybe he could visit the Town one more time and excuse it for a hunt on scenery ideas. Just to talk to him again if he ever crossed paths with the boy.
Once he entered the bedroom he placed his cheesecake on the nightstand and walked towards his walkthrough closet and changed into a more comfortable piece of clothing for sleep.
Then he layed on his bed, not even bothering to cover himself up with his blankets. Even though it was freezing in the castle. He dozed off to sleep. Not even caring if he closed his doors all the way.
Carry on by rainbow Rowell has me thriving with ideas, i almost lost hope in writing. My fingers keep numbing up.ð
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