2. Relm Isn't Charmed
Relm had been drawing again when she felt a presence behind her. Turning, she found the young king of Figaro looking like the cat that ate the cluck. Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"You are quite the artist, my lady," he remarked, studying the sketch she was currently working on: Sabin and Cyan trying desperately to get Gau to stop eating Setzer's cards before the gambler could see. Her eyes narrowed more.
"Whaddaya want?" Edgar lowered himself into the chair next to her, then proceeded to look back and forth, as if to make sure no one was listening to the "secret" he was about divulge.
"Maybe, when this is all over, you could paint a picture of our group for the Kingdom of Figaro, eh?" he stage whispered, adding a conspiratorial wink at the end. The girl stared at him skeptically.
"Would I get paid for it?" Terra, who had been about ready to ask the king a question, stopped when she saw that he was conversing with the young artist. She leaned back against the wall, trying very hard not to eavesdrop.
Edgar had, by this time, gotten over his initial shock at Relm's question. The charming smile that was known to every lady in Figaro—and many outside of it—soon graced his face.
"How about being princess for a day? Think about it; beautiful clothes, delicious food, and no lessons all day!" He glanced around hurriedly to make sure Strago hadn't heard the last part before turning back to Relm, who seemed to be considering his offer.
Edgar watched as she hopped off her chair and gathered her art supplies.
"Well, what do you say, princess?" Relm gave him a rather blank stare.
"I'd rather be paid in full." The king remained in his seat, dumbfounded, as the girl walked away. Terra, meanwhile, couldn't help letting a small smile slip out.
'I guess I'm not the only one immune to his charm,' she thought. 'Perhaps I'm more normal than I suspected.' She pushed herself from the wall and wandered off, forgetting her question.
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