"What is it that you want?" he asked her, his voice laced with such solemnity she for a second thought she could ask for anything at this point and he would grant it.
It was wishful thinking, she reminded herself. A trick that the crown prince seems to do so easily nowadays.
"Choose me as your week's favorite," she said, her voice barely inaudible as she blushed.
"Only that?" he was expecting more. He was about to choose her as his favorite after all, there was no need for her to ask him that.
"That's already a high honor," she would say. In her mind, the honor is for the kid who chose to draw her.
She wanted him to be famous and have a good start in his career. If the crown prince should choose his work and display it in the palace for even a week, it will mean a lot to the young boy.
He doesn't look like someone who belongs to the aristocracy. That child needed all the help he could get.
