Anisha came up with an idea. She turned to the guards.
"Take me to a painter. Do you know anyone around?" she said.
The guards looked at each other, checking if one of them knew.
"I would go search for one, Your Highness," one of them responded.
"We could go together," Anisha said.
After moving around for some time, Anisha was exhausted.
"My lady, why don't we return to the palace? We can come back tomorrow," the second handmaiden said, seeing how Anisha drooped from fatigue.
"It's fine, I'm alright," Anisha replied.
"Your Highness, I found one," a guard reported.
Anisha's expression lifted. That was good.
The painter was just a few steps from them. Anisha walked over, but she slowed down when she neared the painter.
A child?
Anisha was surprised to see a young girl. She was in front of a drawing board, sketching a woman who carried her child, holding a pose.
Anisha was at a loss for words, but from the looks of it, people trusted her with their paintings.
