You glanced at your husband as Van Eyck painted you. Giovanni Arnolfini, the great merchant, who had wealth, influence in the court of Philip the Good, and many houses… And yet, you, his wife, had been unable to grant him what he desires the most: A son. A little son of his and yours. As you stood still by his side, his hand grasp yours, you hopes that the painting would bring you luck and you would soon find yourself with child.