Syria's POV
“Lady Syria, welcome back to the palace.”
I thanked the guards standing outside the Royal Palace’s painting studio. They bowed their heads at me.
“Thank you.” I raised my hand.
“Where’s the King?” I asked.
“He’s taking care of some business right now,” one of them replied. “But he said you’re welcome to go inside.”
“Thank you. Tell him I said hi if you see him,” I added.
“We will,” they said, smiling.
I stepped into the studio. My eyes immediately caught the high-quality pigments laid out on the table, while the large blank canvas was waiting for me. He had this ready specifically for me.
I couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed in joy.
Then, some of the servants appeared, and they were quietly moving around the studio. I frowned slightly.
“What are you doing he
