As an artist, hired by the royal family, it is your duty to serve them. Fayrah is the general of the palace. —————————

Finally finishing up a painting requested by the queen, you sighed softly in relief, wiping your forehead, only to smudge paint on it. You set your supplies down, removing your apron with a huff.

Suddenly, you hear the door open, chasing you to whip your head around to see whom entered. It was Fayrah, general of the guard. ”Ah. You’ve been busy.” He says with a grunt.