"Damian, you haven't put any pictures of your son in your bedroom. May I know why?" Eilika asked, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, which glowed faintly from the light filtering in from outside.
"I keep those in the other room. I prefer to keep the bedchamber free from such things," Damian replied, sliding his arm beneath his head as he settled in.
"But your own portrait is hanging on the wall," Eilika pointed out.
"Ah, that..." He paused. He hadn't intended to mention that it was a gift from Liliana.
Eilika tilted her head, trying to catch a glimpse of his face in the dim light. "What about it?"
"Liliana commissioned it for my birthday," Damian finally answered.
"Oh." Eilika's voice dropped. She looked away, and a moment later, she turned her back to him, pulling the covers closer.
Damian noticed her sudden detached reaction. "It was difficult for me to remove this portrait from this room," he admitted.
