One afternoon she sat in her drawing room looking at all the drawings she’d started in the week past. Lady Kathereen, one of the young ladies-in-waiting in the court, entered the room.
“Good afternoon, your Highness. I’ve brought you more parchment for your drawings. You work so quickly that the king has had to have several trees cut down to make more paper. I can’t remember anyone working as fast as you.”
Lady Kathereen looked around at all the drawings spread out around the room. “I especially like that one of your hand. It’s so lifelike!”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes, your Highness.”
“I have to admit that I traced my hand to make sure it was the right size.”
“But it’s perfect!”
“Oh, Kathereen, it’s not! I have no idea why I even have a drawing room. I’ve never been artistic in my life. Act
