East's eyebrows moved up curiously. He had seen the peacock painting, so he was not sure how she would paint him. Nevertheless, he nodded. His father had told him to make friends with her if he could. If she was unfriendly, he did not have to force it.
As he sat motionless, watching her silently, he wondered why she had not commented on his looks or looked at him inappropriately. Was she blind to his beauty or did she simply not care? He was relieved but he was also feeling out of sorts.
Was he suddenly unattractive?
The more he thought about it, the more insecure he felt. He was at a loss on how to act around her, not just because she was a crown princess and she was gorgeous but because he had never been around a woman outside his mother and sisters that treated him as if he was air.
"I have nice eyes." he blurted out.
Confusion visited Sigrid's green eyes, she raised her head and looked at him. "Is that your way of telling me that you want me to paint them clearly?"
