A young man was sitting in a grand chamber. It was so incredibly massive that calling it 'vast' would have been a severe understatement.
He was sitting in the center of the room on a luxurious, gilded stool, painting on a large canvas with a delicate brush. Several maids stood silently around him, each holding a different palette of vibrant colors.
He stared at the empty canvas, his emerald eyes focused, with his long golden hair falling gracefully below his shoulders.
The chamber was perfectly quiet. There was no sound except for the gentle rushing of a natural river flowing directly through the architectural marvel, accompanied by the peaceful chirping of birds nesting in the indoor gardens.
