Aidan's gaze flickered at the wall behind his bride. The wall that had his image painted on it, an image painted in red, black, and golden color. Such bold strokes of such bold colors. The painting was so hypnotizing that Aidan was having a hard time taking his eyes off it.
In the image, Aidan was standing on the edge of a cliff with his shoulder-length blonde hair flying against the strong wind. His face was a little shadowed but the painter had captured every detail of his body.
How in the Gold. . .?
"You painted that?" Aidan queried in amazement as he still stared at the wall. A part of him was delighted that his image was painted in his bride's bed-chamber. Who would have thought that a little fireball outside the Dragon Realm will have the King of Dragons painted on her wall. . .
