"A Muse? A Muse of the stars..." He had never met her before, only spoken of her in words, and now painted a portrait of her that seemed not worthy of her eyes. She surpassed it all.
"Your eyes dance when you smile, silver lightening atop a moonlit ocean," he shoot his head feeling ashamed he couldn't paint her even more beautifully. "William Shakespeare. I am most pleased to have your attention." He didn't deserve it. William kissed her cheek softly.