The moonlight fell onto his but his eyes were closed. Unfortunately for him , he didn't have the strength to sleep . He sighed in his heart and his will submerged into the dreams and happy memories .
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" Prince Araka , please keep your head straight otherwise I wont be able to draw your portrait ". A man with the canvas and brush in his hands said in polite manner . Hearing his urge the boy of only 9 years old repositioned his body in his small throne but after a while his whole body ached with pain so he again got in his lazy posture . Seeing this the lady standing at a distance held him in the lap and sat . Seeing this the artist smiled and continued his drawing .
Almost half an hour later the portrait was finished . The prince jumped out from the lap of his mother and headed towards the portrait . With the sudden jump her mother was a little startled and lightly shouted , " Araka ! ". But he didn't respond. The artist was doing the final touching so allowed the little prince to see his portrait . Seeing the portrait the little boy was very happy but after the couple of second he said in confusion , " Why my mother is not in the drawing ? She was sitting with me ".
Hearing his words the artist responded with the smile .
" Because the royalties have individual portraits in thier rooms .
Your mother .... I mean highness has her own in her room . Haven't you seen it ?".
" I have but I wanted a drawing with my mother too ?".
Hearing his words the artist got into dilemma . Hearing the questioned his mother answered .
" You are almost 10 years now Araka . Do you want your drawing
of you sitting on my lap ? The other prince and princess will think you are a small child . what will they say ? They might as well laugh at you ".
( After a little pause )
" Do you still want the portrait ?".
" Bb...but ". The little boy could not say anything .