Chapter 68: Big bad wolf- Part 1

Madeline didn't even want to think what the King was going to say, that was left hanging purposely by him for her to fill in. She didn't dare to ask him to complete his sentence because she knew it was going to be something she would find to be appalling to hear. Calhoun was atrociously shameless when it came to speaking his mind out. 

Hoping to shift his mind from having to paint her, she asked, "Does this painting have an origin?"

Calhoun had placed his hands in his pockets, "It is one of the villages that belong to Wiltshire. An old village that has not been remodelled or retouched. The oldest of the old."

Madeline's eyes moved back to look at the painting which mostly made use of dark colours. It looked similar to the market that was there in her village, but this one had a peculiar feel to it as if it was melancholic. It looked like Calhoun was not just a shameless man but had talent when it came to painting.