Yesterday, before I had been shown to my 'room', I had hid the portrait that I had made of my master, and it would be impossible for her to find unless she purposely shoved every bin out of the way and looked in a couple nooks and cranny's, and I doubted that would happen. But I still felt worried that somehow, some way, she'd see it.
 I was dying to finish it, maybe bring more color, touch up a few things, but this wasn't something I was willing to show her. 

Ever. 

It was weird enough, as it is, that she was letting me paint, instead of work. Painting a portrait of her... That's ten times weirder for a slave to do that. 

"No, I could never be bored of painting."
I said, a soft smile coming to my lips just thinking about it, before walking up next to her to the easel and paints.