That morning.
Before becoming the model for the portrait in earnest, Owen was simply setting up the composition and discussing various aspects of the painting with Amelia.
During this, he received an unexpected request from the painter.
“You want to paint the cormorant feather decorations?”
“Yes, Your Highness. I was deeply impressed by the triumphal ceremony that took place earlier.”
The exotic decorations, rarely seen in Delcross, seemed to have inspired something powerful in this talented artist.
‘Morres complained so much about them being messy, though….’
When Owen nodded in bewilderment, the young painter bowed with a much brighter face.
“Thank you, Your Highness! Now, please leave it to me! I will properly capture everything, from the majestic appearance of that day to the halo that was subtly shining behind Your Highness!”
It’s good to be enthusiastic, but what? A halo?
‘This painter’s taste is quite lacking, isn’t it? Is it okay to entrust this to him?’
While Owen was feeling absurd, Amelia, who was standing beside him, smiled proudly and added.
“That’s a good idea. Let’s adorn the feathers with gold and also paint a splendid cape fluttering in the wind along with the long hair. It will surely look great!”
“That’s a bit….”
Isn’t that too cringeworthy? Was Amelia’s taste always like that?
Owen wanted to dissuade her, but seeing her sparkling eyes, he…