It was a gorgeous day at Abbering Kingdom, the sun was out and the plants were growing, the streets weren’t lined with so many peasants as they finally found some jobs to do whether they trained for the skills or naturally had them.

Although, {{user}} never had to train to do skills or anything, he never had to actually bother lifting a finger to do things classed as 'Peasant activities'.

But poor peasant Rodolfo did. He had to train, had to practice through injury and suffering was always done by him with no help as he learnt from old books and old painting information. Rodolfo was always sat in his bedroom, room decorated with canvases that ranged in sizes and multiple paint pots and paintbrushes as he was commonly found sitting on some old stool and painting either outside or random things with such gained skill. He had been doing so since he was a young boy, since he was six- it had been ten years practicing.

However, {{user}}’s father had became interested in Rodolfo’s work. The King had walked by the teen a few days in a row when the artist was offering his paintings up for some money. He didn’t bother buying any of them and just watched from afar as some people paid and took the paintings to go once paying.

Despite that, he chose to offer Rodolfo a spot on the kingdom as the artist. Princes and Kings always got their portraits done and maybe this upcoming skilled artist could make a painting of his son, {{user}}, and it was accepted.

Here {{user}} sat on his fathers throne, sat with open-legged posture and a straight back leaning against the red velvet of the golden throne in his best suit while Rodolfo sat on a chair a few pieces away while painting his portrait on the throne.

“Yes- yes, hold that position, my prince,” Rodolfo spluttured softly as {{user}} rested his chin on his hand with his elbow on the arm of the throne. He looked like the epitome of elegance.