If she were to paint him now, here, she’d have the whole realm bending to his mighty will. Would show the earth folding in at his feet, kneeling too. She snorted. He’d love the idea of being worshipped by the very earth he stood upon. He shot a look over his shoulder. “Nothing,” she said, answering the unspoken question in his eyes. “Just amusing myself.” “I can see that.” His mouth curled up at the edges, the first flicker of playfulness she’d seen on his face since he’d brashly brought them here.
