Rosalind added another stroke of paint to her already progressing canvas and stepped back from the easel. Tilting her head, she inspected her work. The portrait was perfectly coming to oneness.
Her lips curved faintly.
Immediately, the smile vanished.
A small crease appeared between her brows as she regarded the canvas with an intense gaze, suddenly hating the ultramarine she had used for the jacket. Imperial gold would have suited it far better. Her mouth tightened.
Displeased, she hissed and resumed her work, moving the brush briskly. A sharper tone of gold replaced the offending blue along the pocket and trim, brightening the garment with the proper brilliance it deserved.
He was the prince after all.
He was royalty.
Rosalind paused only long enough to observe the change before her thoughts drifted as they had done far too often since the previous evening.
Brand had about lost his head.
She chuckled weirdly. Engaged? What nonsense, she thought.
