Chapter 13: Muse.
Kein's POV
I looked out of the window of this bland mansion as the squeaky sound was heard every time I wiped the dust off the glass window. My feet tapped on their own as I hummed.
"Hmm~ hm hm..." The music, her figure as her feet danced through the floor gracefully twirling as the light came to be under her. It was so radiating, captivating, it made my heart enthralled.
That princess from the church.
The one that danced so inspiringly, I must ask her to be my muse. Is it weird to think of that? I never felt this way in such a long time.
Even if it's one time, my hands are really restless to paint.
I need to ask Lenard about this. I found Lenard at his favorite place, in the garden where he was watering the flowers as always while in his other hand was an open book he was reading from. He seemed so into the book he never noticed me going behind his back.
"Hey Lenard, how close do you think Vincent is with the royal family?" I asked out of nowhere.
