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(Page 2 of 2) Dragon Blood Chronicles: Chapter 1 Part C by Benjamin Soto
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And so do I." The lie stung sharply in his soul as he spoke the words, but he knew he had to act as if he truly did.
"Your father's painting is my absolute favorite, my Prince." Darkain seemed to hover towards the painting quickly putting an end to the previous dialogue.
"And why is that, Lord Darkain?" Apath walked closer as well.
"His eyes. They burn with a fire not seen in the other two paintings. Eyes of desire..." Darkain let his words hang in the air.
What on earth does he mean? The words bothered Apath. Eyes of desire? Apath knew his father to be a man of many desires, most of which that have been kept secret and safely guarded from the public and even the council. Could Darkain have stumbled upon the very secrets that have been guarded? Could he have found the very reasons that Apath was ashamed to be his father's son?
"Yes." Darkain continued. "Your father, the great Emperor has much desire in those eyes."
"And what of my painting?" Apath walked closer to it. He noticed a few artists working out the details.
"It has yet to be completed. But with time we shall find out what your eyes have to say, my Prince." Darkain nodded and once again bowed. "If you will excuse me my attention is required elsewhere." And with those words Darkain seemed to hover off moving through the large castle to no doubt carry out the bidding of his father.
The young Prince looked to the artists as they worked on his large portrait in the main hall. Many of them were elevated through a series of ladders and platforms. He walked to them and stood by the artist closest to his position. "Master artist! It is to you that I speak!"
The artist quickly stopped his work and bowed from his elevated position on a raised platform. His clothing seemed almost as common as what the Prince wore. "Yes, your Highness."
"Will you be the one working on the eyes?" Apath inquired.
The artists nodded his head.
"Make sure that the eyes are plain and simple and that they reveal nothing. Do you understand?"
The artists nodded his head again not truly sure what the Prince meant, but he dared not to question the heir to the throne.
"Good." Apath said. "Carry on." Apath watched as the artist bowed once again before continuing his work. He looked to the large portrait being done of him. At that moment he wished in all of his heart and soul that the gods had made him a simple soul not having to carry the burden of the throne. I will never be like that old man.
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