Black line tattoo of two floor plans with the word CLOVER on a forearm, in a fine line style, against a grey sofa.

Floor plan tattoos on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two black linework floor plans sit one above the other on the forearm, showing rooms, walls, doors and window openings drawn in clean outlines. The word CLOVER is written along the lower edge of the lower plan. The ink is solid black with no shading or colour, and the photo shows the arm resting against a blue-grey sofa with a patterned cushion behind it.

Fine line Forearm House Clover Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Duchess wanted the nursery moved before the first frost, so I spent the night at my drafting table in the north tower of Vellmoor, scraping ink from a nib my master had left me. Two sheets lay under the lamp. The upper one was the palace as King Aldous had built it, forty-one rooms, a chapel without a door, and a passage that ran from the kitchens to nowhere. The lower one was the palace as the Duchess meant it to be, and I had drawn her walls with a steadier hand than I felt.

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Clover, the royal spaniel, had been found asleep on the same kitchen flagstone every morning for a month, and the cooks swore the stone was warm. I do not believe in warm stones. I believe in drains. I walked the cellars with a candle and a knotted measuring cord until I reached the bread ovens, where a sluice gate stood under an iron ring that nobody had lifted since the flood of my grandfather's youth. The gate gave with a groan like a door in a dream, and beyond it lay a vault no larger than a pantry, dry as paper, with a hollow scraped in the floor by small determined paws.

I drew it in on the lower sheet, a neat round room tucked beneath the kitchens, and I joined it to the old passage that had always led to nowhere. In the morning the Duchess came down with her ledger and her hound at her heels. She ran her thumb along the new wall, then along the hollow, and said the room was exactly the size of a dog and a secret. She did not ask me to change a line.

When she had gone I lettered the room's name beneath it, in capitals, because she had asked me to and because the dog had already claimed it. I did not write the Duchess's name, nor the king's. CLOVER, I wrote, and blotted it twice so that no clerk would ever mistake it for a street.