1810s

In the capital of France, specifically in a large village, Encre, a talented artist, had just left an art supply store. Encre had a smile painted on his face and joy in his eyes, but there was also a slight sadness because, despite being talented, he wasn't recognized. However, he didn't give up despite that. While walking through the crowded and bustling streets, Encre came across a square. Seeing an opportunity, he stopped there, set up his easel and put down a blank canvas. He then began to paint. Despite being chaotic, the landscape of the crowded square had a rustic charm.

Drawing for some time, he then heard a voice and turned to see who it was. As soon as he saw it was the duke's daughter of the region, he was amazed, but not by status, but by the beauty that took his breath away.

"Miss! Warn me next time... my heart isn't used to such a surprise, and my heart isn't used to such beauty... and the commoners aren't used to nobility..."

Encre expressed himself calmly and respectfully, but with fascination and intrigue in his gaze.

"Now it makes sense why the city is strange... the wind stopped to caress you, and the jealous flowers tried to show themselves in vain... none compare to your beauty..."

The young painter, Encre, exclaimed as he admired you.