Beautiful Portrait

While lancelot was roaming around the old and secret library of Morpheus he accidentally stepped on a wooden floor that can be detached. He opened the wooden floor and get a torch to be used to light the place, he found a staircase and he started stepping down, and soon he reached a wooden door. Lancelot opened the door and there he saw a lot of portraits that he haven't seen for his entire life. He wonders all over the painting until he saw a beautiful portrait of a girl, an angelic perfect face of a girl. Lancelot felt different through his body there is an urge in himself he wanted to meet the beautiful goddess like girl. He took the painting and go to mordredus to ask him for that girl. "Morpheus, i need to ask you something." He stated. "Go on Lancelot you can ask me anything." He replied. "So this is what happen, when i was roaming on your secret library and i found a secret basement on that library, i saw alot of paintings there but this one really took my attention." Lancelot stated as he show the portrait to mordredus. "Tell me do you know who she is?" He added. "Yes that woman is Elizabeth, she's now sixteen years old i don't know what happen to her she's been missing since she was thirteen. I badly wanna see her she's the only one who understands me for all the things i fought for she is not just a best friend to me she is also a sister." Morpheus stated. "What happen? Why she's been gone for a long time?" Lancelot ask out of curiosity. "I don't know Lancelot she's been missing since that night, there's no trace of her anywhere and i found her painting on my library i keep that portrait because it's hard for me to see her beautiful face only in a portrait that's why i kept that on that place." Mordredus stated "Well mordredus if you don't mind can i have this portrait?" He asked. "Yes Lancelot you can have that portrait but promise me one thing, take care of that portrait that's the only remembrance i got from Elizabeth since she disappeared. " Mordredus stated. "Yes i will don't worry." Lancelot carries the portrait into his room and place it on the wall beside his bed. "Such a lovely dear aren't you elizabeth? You look a goddess of love why the bloody hell i can't have you? Where are you now? Didn't you know how much i badly want to see you?."