Tipping the Canvas [Zelda]

[Lily]

[[Fun fact. I fell asleep while writing this post last night and I woke up this morning.]]

You've been picked to paint a portrait of the Princess. Say that five times fast. Then freak out. Spend most of the night preparing and organizing everything. Oversleep. Freak out some more. Look in the mirror. Feel ugly. Take a bath, fix your hair, put on the slinky black dress bought just for this occasion. Weave ribbons into your hair. Look in the mirror. Feel beautiful. Realize all of this will probably be hidden by your apron in an hour. Feel stupid.

Skin, clean. Hair, gorgeous. Tools, organized. Confidence, maximum. You can do this. You can paint the girl.

~(SCENE CHAAANGE)~

Okay so Lily was hours late. She'd kept the Princess waiting, the Princess gave up, come back tomorrow. That's what the guards said, anyway. Was the Princess busy? No, they said. Did they think it was a good idea to keep Titania's personal artist from doing her job?

Turns out you can get out of almost anything by bringing up national rulers. Convenient. Except it lands you outside Princess Zelda's room.

Okay. Okay. She could do this. She had been chosen for this job. Her work had been selected over who knew how many other artists. She was smart and beautiful and skilled and she would knock confidently dammit because that's what people who meet royalty do. She knocked.

[Princess Zelda]

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