They served the meal. Sam insisted on eating inside the study.
As I ate my meal, Sam didn't touch his food. Instead, he stared at me while Fabian placed a parchment on the table.
I darted my eyes from Sam to Fabian. The latter stood on the side, like always. I didn't know Sam had some artistry in him.
Well, now that I think about it, he shouldn't be surprising since he had collections of paintings and books. These novels and paintings were all masterpieces of art.
"Uhm…" I cleared my throat after gulping the food down. "Aren't you going to sketch, my lord?"
I inquired. Sam said his hands were itching to sketch, but why hasn't he started yet?
"Because it's been awhile since I've last used this hands to create something and not destroy something." Sam explained. "I'm doubting if I have enough skills to give justice to your beauty."
Huh?
