Standing at the dining hall the place, Lillian looked at all the portraits there, with Roman.
"I have always wondered this, your majesty, but is there no picture of you?"
"Would like a painting of me, Lillian?" he asked, standing beside her as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"I will not answer that." She said, looking away though she knew that she would have taken a painting of him over the most expensive necklace she could get. "Are you insure about your face?"
"I don't really care about it," he said, looking at the paintings. "All the people here have helped the Kingdom exponentially. I do not believe that I have a place here, with what I have subjected my kingdom into."
"I think you are being too hard on yourself, your majesty," Lillian said, looking over at him. "There was not too much you could do, being house arrested like this. But you will get to prove yourself again after the ball."
