{Encre's P.O.V.}

  A dress? Are you serious? I can practically feel everyone looking at me. Nonetheless, I keep my eyes on Fallacy, the heat that had built up on my face only getting worse.
He opens the Art Room door, and I couldn't help but smile. I step inside, now noticing a few other things I hadn't noticed before. I walk over to a table behind a few blank canvases, and I notice several things.
  There are little wooden dolls and string necklaces scattered all over it, and lots of broken pieces. I hear Fallacy sigh and come inside, shutting the door and walking over to me.
  "Do you like those?" I look up at him and nod.
  "Yes; I like them a lot. They're really nice," I answer. Fallacy smiled.
  "My father never liked them," He said. "He destroyed my work as a kid telling me that they were a waste of time."
  "That's awful," I state. "It isn't a waste of time. It's a way to express yourself; he obviously didn't have a taste for the arts."
  Fallacy nodded. "You're right, he didn't."
"Are any of them recent?" I asked, in which Fallacy responded with another nod.
"I come in here and spend plenty of time creating them," He stated. "This is one of my favorite rooms."
"I guess we're two birds of a feather, in a way," I replied shyly. Fallacy smiled, and he nodded.
"I suppose."
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{No One's P.O.V.}
"Where do you think he went? Usually he's back by now.."
"Who knows. That artist never leaves his studio."
"Maybe someone kidnaped him?"
"Possibly."
The two figures talked quietly in an alleyway by Encre's studio, watching the building while they waited.
"Maybe we should wait for him to come back?"
"'Come back'? Really? Of course, we're going to wait for the artist to come back so we can steal his artwork," he growled in response to the other's question.
"Right, right.."
"We'll wait for sundown, when the guards are usually on the other side of the village."
"Sounds like a plan."
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{Encre's P.O.V.}
After about an hour or so spent in the Art Room, Fallacy led me out of the room.
"If..I-If I'm going to be staying here, do you think I can go back to my home and gather my things..?" I asked shyly. Fallacy turned to face me, thinking for a moment. After what seemed like an eternity of the still and silent atmosphere, he answered with a nod.
"Yes, but I will need to come with you, which means we will have to wait until sundown to go," Fallacy answered. I nodded.
"But, with that being said, I need you to begin working now," He said. I sighed, and I nodded. "What will my first job me, Fallacy?" I asked
Fallacy narrowed his eyes, and his glare sent shivers down my spine. "Do not call me by my name," he hissed. "It is Lord Fallacy to you."
I nodded frantically. "Y-yes, Lord Fallacy," I responded. "What will you want me to do, Lord Fallacy..?" I re-asked.
"I need you to go clean, another one of the maids will show you what to do," he answered, walking away before allowing me to reply. I sighed, looking down at the dress on my body. I looked back up, beginning to walk towards the grand staircase. "I better go find a maid, then," I mumbled to myself, hurrying off to do just that.

{Fallacy's P.O.V.}
I made my way to the library, greeted by a few maids and a butler. They gave me small smiles and their ways to say "Hello." I only smile back and walk past them, to the back of the room.
Bookshelves lined the walls, and they formed a maze. Silently, I guided myself through carefully crafted maze, finding myself alone. I was used to being alone, usually in the library or the Art Room. I spot my chair next to the only blank spot of wall in the entire room, and I sit down, a sigh escaping my throat and sitting in the still atmosphere.
'It has been years since something even close to this has happened, and even then, it was...small. I got rid of the problem easily, if I want to get rid of this problem, it would be much harder.'
While thinking, I let out a yawn.
'Oh, right, it's day..I need to rest.'
I stand up out of my chair, leaving the library and heading towards my room.
'Oh, all the choices.'