After stepping out of the bathroom and getting dressed, there was a knock at the door. Belladonna threw the door open, the painting Eli had promised to give her was at the door in Anok's hand.
"Good morning, Milady. The King said this should be delivered to you."
She had grinned and asked Anok to help her hang it on the wall.
It was good to see something different in this room that was full of the color red. Something vibrant and full of life. She hadn't liked it so much yesterday but today, she felt different about it and it seemed to appeal to her. Maybe because of the memory that accompanied it.
It was lovely, not in its appearance but in its memory.
"Did you like it?" She had asked when he was done and Anok wore a confused look.
"Milady?"
"The painting? Do you like it?"
He had frowned, then shrugged.
"The King is talented."
"I know that but do you like this painting."
"Your desire towards the painting is what is important, not my insignificant one, Milady."
