章 68: Delusion

The door pushes open, and Baron Ferguson is startled to see Lexzandra entering.

The blue fabric of her gown ruffles to the ground with a whispering elegance, each step she takes echoing the grace and authority she carries.

He immediately greets her, bowing deeply, still holding the paintbrush in his hand. "Y-your Highness!"

The room is filled with the smell of fresh paint and the sound of hurried strokes as he has been working tirelessly to meet her expectations.

Lexzandra strides toward him with purpose, her gaze zeroing in on the canvas that stands in the center of the room, surrounded by scattered sketches and paint-smeared cloths.

The Baron holds his breath, his heart pounding, fearing her reaction to the incomplete work. He nervously laughs, trying to mask his anxiety, and says, "I am still working on the piece, Your Highness. It's not ready yet, but it will be soon." His voice trembles slightly, betraying his apprehension.