@cruel-as-the-midday-sun
The desire for her likeness could not come without a live model to pose for the coveted sculpture. And Vine understood on principle, that her pride required her to pose for the sculpture in person, rather than risk mere photographs or an inferior model to do the job.
But oh, was posing boring!
It was no more than two hours a day. The sculptor promised it would only be a few weeks, but Vine found herself with pins and needles in her legs after just thirty minutes as he chipped away. The studio was private, built up in Rakesh's own palace, with musicians playing to entertain and try to keep her from losing her posture.
Vine's face however, grew more and more annoyed by the moment.
"Amazing how my likeness lives inside of that big slab of marble-" She noted in irritation. "-and yet for some reason it doesn't have the good sense to shake off all the excess and be known."
