Jack was busy this day, he agreed to do some spring cleaning while Sally took his place at work today. Ever since the Sandman incident, Sally’s confidence sky rocketed. She happily greeted the crowds, hosted town meetings of her own and even created a social system where the town residents could work on Halloween planning and have days off to relax.
He was even surprised when she told him that she wanted to further her education and go to school to earn degrees in her interests, and art was one them. Being the natural creative that she is, Sally wanted to major in art. Excelling in classes such as ; costume design, prop design, and sculpting.
While cleaning out some items from their bedroom, a book fell over and caught curiosity of the king himself. He knew this book, it was Sally’s sketchbook for her classes, filled with nothing but her work and imagination. He sat against the foot of the bed and decided to look through it, he knew she wouldn’t mind. Jack knew every piece in here, as she would always show Jack what she’s working on, constantly asking for constructive criticism or any non biased suggestions, she always wanted a challenge. Upon turning what he thought was the last page, he noticed little ink blots bleeding through on the other side. He turned it to see what new piece was the culprit and laid gaze upon a new piece.
“This must be what she was working on last night” he said to himself. It was a portrait, but not of anyone, but the artist themselves. A rough sketch of the Queen herself done in mixed medias. Ink, Crayon and marker all coming together to form her Majesty. Jack smiled widely, this just might be his new favorite piece. She looked beautiful, calm blues, desaturated reds, pastel colors of pink, green and yellow. She looked like who she really was, not a Queen, not a savior of the unawoken, but just her, just Sally.
