The painting 1/2
The room was bathed in afternoon sun and a gentle breeze ruffled the curtains at the windows letting in sun rays every so often.
The artist stared at his model, the queen dressed in simply white and gold. Gold at her neck and in her ears, her brown curls tucked away in a simply hairstyle held in place by a gold clip.
The artist added another bold brush stroke, but it wasn't to the queen it was to the baby with hair so blonde that it looked like gold thread that she held cross handed under his bare bottom.
The baby's face was deep in concentration as he played with his mother's necklace all the while his mother stared loving at her son.
" My little Achilles ." she whispered.
