Roxanne married Hans at her father’s behest. He was a talented artist, with the ear of the Elector and a house in the best part of the city.
He turned out to be a passionate lover and a kind husband, although she was never sure what she meant to him beyond a housekeeper and a vessel for his seed.
A picture of a woman reading was wanted. Roxanne sat for Hans to paint her.
When she saw the result, and how beautiful he had made her, she smiled.
“You do love me a little.”
“No. I love you a lot.”