Your Majesty Is So Handsome Chapter 10

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"Oh my, what happened? Are you okay?" someone found Dana sitting behind the pillars and asked. Dana didn't have the ability to answer their questions and could only shake her head and tried to swallow her tears..

"Oh, I believe she was the hostage from earlier…?"

"Come to think of it… You're right!"

"What happened to you? Are you hurt?"

The crowd started to gather one by one.

"Didn't Madam Rurin accompany you?"

"Madam Rurin!"

Madam Rurin rushed over after hearing her name called.

"What is going on… Oh my, Miss Dana?" She saw Dana and quickly approached her. "Miss Dana, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing…" Unable to ignore Madam Rurin, Dana swallowed her tears and slightly lifted her head. When she lifted her tearful face, she saw a lot of people surrounding her. She was surprised she attracted as many people as the hostage situation did.

"It's okay, Miss Dana. Please tell me what happened."

People were worried because Dana's neck was almost cut in half earlier. The atmosphere was thick and it looks like it wouldn't dissolve anytime soon..

Dana was so embarra.s.sed that she decided to confess what was bothering her, "His, His Majesty is so handsome…"

"Yes…?"

"Well…?"

"…Ah?"

"…Ah!"

One by one, people's reactions started to change: What is she talking about, huh, what? Her feelings, I think I know what it is… Hmm,… huh, is it this? Hmm,… Ah! I get it! 

Dana grew even more embarra.s.sed by everyone's reactions as they began to understand. However, they could only understand within their own scope.

"Yes… I understand it well enough. His Majesty is somewhat handsome."

"I sympathize with you enough, but he's not handsome enough to cry about… As expected, artists are different."

"It's her artist's sensitivity. I am looking forward to your future works."

I was overwhelmed because I was fangirling, not because of my artistic sensitivity… Dana mumbled in her heart and laid her head down. She was thankful they misunderstood her.

Madam Rurin then excused them both by saying, "I'll go first, our painter needs to rest." She told everyone that they would find a place to rest for awhile, but Madam Rurin called for her carriage as soon as she left the palace.

"Well done, Miss Dana!"

"…Yes? Uh, what?"

As soon as the carriage doors closed, Madam Rurin clapped her hands in satisfaction.

"I can't believe your throat was almost cut as soon as we showed up. It was a terrible incident, but it was brave of you to escape and then you weeped in admiration for the Emperor's beautiful visage. You captured people's attention!

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"I don't think you were thirsty for attention either, but being popular is the best thing to ever drop out of the sky for us. You have become noteworthy just by being there and breathing.

"Ah…"

There is such a man who could attract people's attention even when he was still, but Dana was not that kind of person. Rather, she was always in a position to admire him. He's the one who could do that, not her. Dana was stunned.

"I need to introduce your work in my salon, get an invitation to another salon, and then go public to build awareness. This way, you'll be treated well at the Princess's salon and establish yourself as a true, popular painter."

Dana recalled, the moment she met the Princess she said that she wanted to see Dana's work. Maybe that was what the Princess meant and she would invite Dana to her salon. If they knew how things would end up, Madam Rurin would have no reason to speak up.

"The events earlier were planned, but was me being involved not supposed to happen?"

Madam Rurin proudly shook her head. "That's right. It looks like she was interested in seeing you after you made your escape from the hostage situation earlier. During today's dance, she told me she wanted to meet you separately, but now that you had to leave early, we're sure to get an invite to her salon."

It was true that Dana's instinctive actions had brought unexpected results. Anyway, good news was good news. Dana finally relaxed and smiled at Madam Rurin.

"The Princess's salon will be opened soon, so please get ready."

"Ready…?"

"Yes, you need to be ready because you cannot go empty-handed to her salon. It will also be a chance for you to show your skills to the ladies gathered there."

Madam Rurin smiled broadly and threw back her head.

The Princess's salon. A few selected guests. In other words, people with large influence. Debut. Which means, it was necessary to put out work that was the best of the best. 

Dana felt chills when she saw Madam Rurin's bright smile. She felt bad that she didn't want to paint anymore.

It wasn't easy earning your next meal wherever you go.

“Oh my goodness!”

"Is… is this okay…?"

"It's fine in my eyes, but in the eyes of the Princess, this is…"

"…Yeah."

This conversation was repeated dozens of times. Dana didn't know when the Princess's salon would be held. She could make a rough prediction, but it basically depended on the Princess's mood.

In the meantime, Dana had to produce paintings that would satisfy her potential clients. It was laborious to create paintings that were clean yet gorgeous,and soft but unconventional. There was no such thing as free money in this world.

Dana repeated her brushstrokes with her tired hands.One of the reasons she was tired was that she had a hard time concentrating on painting anyone who wasn't the Emperor. Dana had to focus on the Princess and not her handsome brother. Besides, it was illegal to paint the Emperor. Even if she did, she wouldn't be able to go public with it.

In the end, Dana had to work to meet the Princess's tastes while trying to forget about the Emperor's appearance everyday.

At first, Dana wanted to paint the Princess because she was identical to the Emperor, except for their gender. Just by looking at her beautiful figure and enchanting eyes she naturally felt the desire to paint. However, there were regulations on painting the royal family, not just the Emperor. Only the Court Painter could paint the royal family and Dana was only allowed to draw the knights.

Dana's painting hand trembled as she shook her head.

When Dana went to cram school, she thought she would be free when she entered college. When she entered college, she thought she wouldn't have to work jobs at night after she graduated. But when she became a working member of society, there was a bed for her at her company. They had prepared her to work overnight.

She had thought then, if she had died and lived in another world,

wouldn't that be nice? But destiny answered her: No, it's not.When Dana lived in Gundal, she woke up in the morning to tend to the animals, and now in Relans she stayed up late to paint. If there was a G.o.d of Labor, she wanted to shake them for not considering her.

She wondered if she can fall asleep without ever waking up, but she had work to do. Dana cursed her fate and did a rough brushstroke. At least she was less stressed because the knights she painted were in their uniforms instead of what society considered as 'stylish' outfits.

"Oh my, what a rough brush stroke! That is an emotional style that you can barely see anywhere else. It's so sensual. Miss Dana's style is always new and fresh," Madam Rurin, who was pa.s.sing by, praised her with a pure heart. When a heart becomes pompous, it wants to show off and get more praises. Dana paid extra attention to her subject's eyes for no real reason and did a brush stroke as if she was wielding a baton.

Unbeknownst to her, Madam Rurin had trapped her without an escape.

"Sir Yael is blonde so everyone paints him with a soft touch instead of your rough and bold strokes. It's really fresh."

"Yes…"

"Now that you have painted Sir Yael, the only one left is Sir Gawain. The one for him needs to done faster."

"Yes? Why?"

It's not clear who the Princess prefers. At the time, she said she would leave it up to Dana. Since there must be a direction the Princess's heart leans to, Dana decided to paint all the famous knights.

The members of the knights, who were requested the most by the patrons of painters were the muscular and martial arts expert Reed, the cool and calm Bliss, the sweet and gentle Yael, and the friendly Gawain. At first, they were famous for their faces, but their skills have solidified them into the top four.

The most outstanding among the four, was Sir Jean Gawain. He was the most handsome so Dana wanted to be careful making his painting which was why she was going to do his last. But now, she even have to make haste.

"You were sent an invitation." 

Madam Rurin extended a card to her.

"Already?"

Dana took the card and read her name. This time she was invited as 'Diana Gundal' instead of Madam Rurin's plus one.

She was in awe. The Princess was the most powerful woman in the Empire because the Emperor remained unmarried. And that person personally gave Dana an invitation. It was both intense and mysterious. But more importantly, going to the palace means she could see the Emperor again.

After Dana almost died, she thought she wouldn't think of the Emperor for awhile, but she was wrong. She couldn't sleep without seeing the Emperor wielding his sword with her life in his hands and a look of indifference. She only missed him more.

However, Dana was told that since the ball was held at the palace, the Princess's salon would be quiet for awhile so she would have time to concentrate on painting.

"Her Highness seems eager to see you soon." 

Madam Rurin was just as excited as Dana and Dana smiled helplessly at her sweet words. To see the Princess quickly, she would have to finish her paintings faster which means more late nights for her.

Similar to the day at the ball, the carriage stopped at the same entrance to the palace. Dana had her paintings sent ahead of her, so all she had to do was get off and walk.

She had stayed up all night to not miss the deadline. The portrait of Sir Gawain was finished by morning, leaving Dana bleary eyed and crawling on her knees.

The Imperial Palace was a relatively vast place. The distance between one palace to another and the path that connected them were also long and complicated. There were also more than one maze gardens.

Dana sighed as she got there, but Madam Rurin suddenly stepped off the paved path.

"Madam Rurin?"

She turned around and gave a mischievous smile. "It's hard for me to walk since I'm old. This is a shortcut."

Madam Rurin pointed to thick foliage. There was no path in sight.

"That doesn't look right."

"Yes, because it wasn't created to be a path."

"… Can I go?"

"You will have a long journey ahead if you don't," Madam Rurin replied with a smile and gracefully left. Dana thought for a moment and then decided to follow after her. She appreciated having to walk a little less since she was tired from a lack of sleep.

There was a reason for Madam Rurin's confidence, however. As they pa.s.sed through the bushes, a new area soon emerged.

"…What?"

Dana doubted her eyes and blinked. Beyond the foliage was a vast stretch of heaven.

So after translating this chapter, I realized I made a few mistakes in the previous chapters. The “young woman” that Dana referred to as the Spring of the Empire back in chapter 8 was actually the Princess. Google translated princess as young woman, and I never questioned it OTL. Next, although Madam Rurin calls Dana by her nickname, she's always called her Miss Dana. Google translate had also skipped over that and I didn't catch it until I started switching to Papago. Lastly, this chapter is the start of , but I never mentioned the first and second act. The second act starts on chapter 5 when she buys all her materials. I've already gone back and edited all these mistakes (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ

Translator: Cenetta

Proofreader: Arie Bee

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