Chapter 65: A Most Unconventional Painting
Lyria's POV
I remained still long after Baron Redwick finished speaking.
The courtyard seemed to breathe again only gradually, as though the entire assembly had been unwilling to disturb the quiet reverence his painting had created. I could not deny it—the Baron possessed remarkable skill. His understanding of composition, balance, symbolism… all of it surpassed my own efforts with humiliating ease.
A small, unpleasant thought settled firmly in my mind.
Would he take a student?
The notion came unbidden but stubbornly refused to leave. Compared to what I had just witnessed, the drawings I had planned to sell in the markets would fetch little more than polite smiles and pity coins.
I folded my arms quietly.
If I wished to improve—truly improve—then perhaps lessons from Baron Redwick would not be the worst idea.
Though convincing him might prove… complicated, especially given my situation.
