"You are hearing things, Your Highness," she said, her tone milder. "I never got proper education. I never even drew anything beyond stick figures on the ground before this. Ink is too precious a commodity for a poor villager. This is all I can do, Your Highness."
Though her words sounded polite and soft, Arlan could feel the displeasure in them.
Arlan stood up and sat in the only proper chair inside the library. Although Oriana did not sit on the chair, she still ended up using his table to put the stacks of books she's yet to read, and along with her notes from yesterday, made a mess out of it.
"Give me one clean sheet of paper," he ordered as he further rolled the sleeves of his shirt till his elbow, allowing Oriana to see the complete sculpt of his strong arms.
She passed him a piece of paper which he accepted and put on the table neatly after he pushed away the other items to the side.
