Sometimes, fate is so mean.
Some people just have all the lucks. Like, for example, my husband.
He's not just good at drawing: he's even better at painting.
I have to admit that only a few artworks on the walls, shattered in the whole castle, can be considered on par. Not lady Lyana, nor the painters that sometimes visited to show me their techniques and teach me a trick or two can be compared.
I was ready to teach Alexander how to mix colours. Yet, his eyes must be better than mine because he creates the perfect shade without the struggle to try it on the canvas. It's difficult to predict how a colour will look on a painting before trying it, but my husband just knows.
The scenery he painted is a view from the Palace in Polis. I could recognise the harbour in the distance and the mountains reflecting themselves in the sea.
