"My name is Alvon Oswin Wenither the fourth! And I am a struggling artiste!" he replied as he covered up the last of the windows in black cloth, darkening the place.<br/><br/>"But no more!" He spoke with an elevated as he walked about the room, "Those empty canvases have taunted me for so long, but with your divine form as inspiration, I feel the creativity surging through me already!"<br/><br/>"My breast swells with joy at the thought of painting a work of art after so long!" He cheered as he lit a candle and set it on a table a few feet away the stool. "You are my muse! My inspiration. I'd wager your beauty would even put the late princess to shame,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">bless her soul.</span>"