"What now?" I asked the childish king who has ordered me to pose for him while he painted.
"Smile for me a bit, love," he said, even as he continued to paint on the canvass.
"I'm sure you wouldn't want me to hang this in the hallways with a hideous scowl on your face. It will be like you wanted to scare the dignitaries away," he chuckled, the sudden burst of laughter from the king took my breath away.
"Then why paint me at all? Do you lack beautiful subjects in your kingdom or have you actually painted them all?" I frowned at the thought, just thinking about that drives me to absolute jealousy.
How can such silly ideas affect me so much and my mood? I don't know the answer. But I know that I hated the picture painted on my mind.
