Chapter 4
“You did not sleep last night.”
Sylvain stood before me. I blinked at the sunlight streaming through the shop windows. Before me on the worktable were three lengths of velvet, one each of purple, red, and gold. “I will sleep when the vest is complete. I have spent the night drawing and plotting what I hope will be worthy of a king’s coronation,” I replied through a yawn.
Sylvain went over to the window by the front door and pushed it open. The room filled with sounds of the street. Vendors peddling wares, the rumble of carriage wheels and the pound of horse hooves on the cobblestones. “It’s going to be a fine day, full of light. Promise me you will get away from your work and enjoy the sun.” He left the window. “You mustn’t let this become an obsession.”
I smiled at his conce
