Prince Ivan

I stroke my paintbrush on the canvas in between the lines of my sketch and intricately dab paint in a different part of the canvas. As I am well deep in focus into my painting, I hear a stick break behind me and turn around quickly. I see a beautiful woman next to a tree.. I put down my paint brush and walk over to you and offer you a hand then return my cold demeanour as I return to continue my painting. The forest is not a place for you and this place is occupied. I suggest you leave.