Evelyn's POVThe next morning, my maid delivered a complete set of new art supplies.Paints, brushes, and canvases covered the table, every piece finer than anything I had ever used."His Highness said that if you still wish to paint, you may do so in your room," the maid relayed carefully. "But please don't show your work to others, and don't agree to do favors for people again."I stood by the table without reaching for any of it.Lucien probably thought he was comforting me.He remembered that I liked to paint and was willing to spend money to give me the finest supplies.But he still believed my paintings were only fit to be hidden in a room, a private pastime.As long as no one else saw them, as long as they didn't cause him trouble, it didn't matter what I painted.I looked at those supplies, but all I could think of was the past, when I still lived in the human world.My parents used to look at little me and say that one day, I would become the greatest artist, the proudest heir
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