"Beautiful?" Aleksander repeated, bemused. He had not expected that but if that was the rule then it would be as Shen Yuan commanded. He had sat for portraits before and was well aware that it was the artist in charge, not the sitter. "I will need to change, yes. I'll be a few moments."
He hurried back to his room and stood before the closet for a few moments, projecting thoughts of beautiful, ornate keftas then open the door. Accordingly there were hangers upon hangers of keftas and he started to go through them with a critical eye.
After rejecting several as not quite ornate enough and a blue kefta with black embroidery that was just ridiculous, he came across a stunning black kefta embroidered with gold. The material was of a particularly fine silk and he could not remember the last time he'd seen embroidery so finely wrought. This was clearly the perfect choice for the portrait even if the gold reminded him too much of Alina.
Some more rummaging produced an exquisitely worked shirt, pair of trousers and boots so shiny he could see his reflection in them. He quickly changed out of his old clothes and into the new ones. He took a look at himself in the mirror, straightened his pendent then made his way back to Shen Yuan before he could second-guess everything.
"I hope this meets with your approval," he said, hold his arms out wide.
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Date: 2023-12-04 11:13 pm (UTC)He hurried back to his room and stood before the closet for a few moments, projecting thoughts of beautiful, ornate keftas then open the door. Accordingly there were hangers upon hangers of keftas and he started to go through them with a critical eye.
After rejecting several as not quite ornate enough and a blue kefta with black embroidery that was just ridiculous, he came across a stunning black kefta embroidered with gold. The material was of a particularly fine silk and he could not remember the last time he'd seen embroidery so finely wrought. This was clearly the perfect choice for the portrait even if the gold reminded him too much of Alina.
Some more rummaging produced an exquisitely worked shirt, pair of trousers and boots so shiny he could see his reflection in them. He quickly changed out of his old clothes and into the new ones. He took a look at himself in the mirror, straightened his pendent then made his way back to Shen Yuan before he could second-guess everything.
"I hope this meets with your approval," he said, hold his arms out wide.