"Isn't it quite... frightening?"
Lord Miller appeared next to Rivienne. He found the word "frightening" would blend with what she was observing. Of all the paintings of humans, fairies, flowers and lakes, she stopped at the painting named "Scarlet Sorrow". For fifteen minutes, she did not move. Thanks to her stillness, Lord Miller could find out whether the rumours were true or false about her being cursed by an enchantress. If her beauty was a curse, then be it.
Rivienne did not bother to break her trance with it. "... Art is to enjoy from different perspectives, Lord," She said.
He glanced up at the painting again with a satisfied smile of getting her talk. "And what might be the lady's perspective?" He asked.
"The painter's perspective," Rivienne looked at him smiling.
"Pardon?"
