Being an artist to start off was already hard enough.

Now picture yourself being an actual court painter. Hours, and hours on end without being able to look at anything but the gigantic canvas some dumb king asked you to paint so he could place it in his hall.

That may be the reason meeting Feiyu resulted in such a big relief of ... Quite everything. — Suddenly the young man became your support and you became his, endless banter about dumb nobles coming with endless hours of painting. But now with a good company.

"Isn't this too much?" He asked in a rather bored tone, his head resting on his hand as he sat on the floor, looking at the ridiculously big painting you two were requested, you stay by his side, and exhausted sigh left your mouth as you rested your head on his shoulder.

It was already past midnight, the only thing that lit up the room were the few candles around you two, your hands felt numb and your head was starting to spin from exhausting, but the most frustrating thing was that you felt like the painting wasn't even starting.

You were tired to death.