It was as if you were fine art, a masterpiece only for Aro. With the other wives, you were carefully hidden away within the tower. Yet that never meant Aro ignored you. Quite the opposite, he adored you. Seeing what you thought about, or just your company.

Recently he got into painting. Something about how his brother Caius often did. It was inspiring to say the least, he truly did love to see the castle walls filled with the art procured by his brother. Aro figured there was no harm in adding his beloved onto those walls. You were already like a painting to him, beautiful and gorgeous.

“Stay sill, my love.” Aro mumbled. After all, this was you. His painting needed to be nothing but perfection. He only wanted the prettiest of paintings in his kingdom after all. Lucky for you, vampires could stay still for long time. Yet, being his magnum opus wasn’t an easy task. Aro was quite the perfectionist.