It was very quiet in the room. There were only the sounds of brush and paint being mixed or the mumbling of the painter, who felt satisfied when he found a colour that matched the dress Arielle was wearing.
Arielle felt her back getting tired, and she was also getting sleepy. Normally, she would ask Ronan to have a chat when the man became the object of her painting. However, the painter who was painting her at the moment didn't make a sound at all, making Arielle feel awkward if she suddenly asked him to talk.
Aimee, who saw the princess' tired face, stood up to bring her a glass of water.
"Is it okay for Princess Arielle to drink?" Aimee asked the painter.
"Oh, of course you can! I do not forbid the Princess to drink or eat. If you want to chat too, please do," said the painter, making Arielle smile with relief.
