Chapter 38:
I blinked.
It was one thing to refuse the meal.
Rejecting my painting, though? My work of art?
I even spent hours on those days. drawing, color mixing, and shading. It was audacious, unvarnished, and authentic. And he simply banished it.
Alright. I gritted my teeth and muttered, "Okay."
Grabbing the painting like a wounded soldier raising their flag, I turned to walk away. "Is that the painting thing you made for Dante?" I turned as I heard a voice behind me as I entered the corridor. Jake.
I sighed. Yes, but regrettably, His Majesty didn't Accept it.
Jake grinned. "I would." "What?" "I would agree. Tiana and I are returning home today; the renovations are finished. I would be honored to hang it.
I gave him a blink. "Really?
I started laughing as soon as he nodded. N
