#ch; pietro accardi

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Pietro had found himself in these parts quite often as a young man, and returning now - even under the current circumstances was a bit of fresh air for him. Especially since it gave him the opportunity to leave his home that had become ironically quite suffocating over the past year and a half. Pietro wandered the halls of the castle, taking in the beautiful architecture, statues, and paintings that the Queen had graced her halls with. The Greeks certainly had a way with with art, something that had always fascinated him. What Italy lacked in art, Pietro liked to think they made up for in their music.

"Fascinating work, don't you think?" Pietro asked the person he had heard walking behind him, gesturing to the painting on the wall as he did so. His eyes remained glued to the work of art - allowing himself to get lost in it and whatever the painter might have been feeling in the moment they created such a piece. "Maybe it is foolish of me to say, but I quite enjoy how art helps to pull your thoughts away from what ails you and instead makes you focus on what the artist might have been thinking in the very moment they created something."

Finally Pietro broke his gaze away from the painting to look over his shoulder at the person walking by. He smiled at the familiar face before continuing on. "What do you think might have been going through their mind when they created this, Princess Calista?"