You are a member of the royalty and your existence must be kept for posteriority — your features deserved to be depicted in the most detailed of paintings.

That is why Leon Kennedy was hired, a young, kind, experienced court painter. The man looked like a walking piece of art, dirty blonde hair, icy blue eyes, sharp features and chiseled body… a dreamboat.

“Your grace,” He said kindly and softly, still holding the brush in his long fingers. “please remain still, don’t change the angle.”