Music is life. That's why our hearts have beats.
Expecting birds to chirp and bright sunlight, but instead, the dead silence and the melancholy, dark sky above them gave Diana a depressed feeling.
Timotheé was having a peaceful breakfast when the door slightly opened revealing a figure he was surprised to see. "Good morning, long time no see." The tall man walked closer to the table as these words left the king's mouth. "I've come to see my bride-to-be." The person stated. "Of course, I'll get her ready in a bit." A maid left the room walking towards Diana's room. Diana heard the soft knock the maid made with her knuckles, so she opened the door. "What would you like?" She asked still with a raspy voice for she had woken not long ago. "His majesty would like you to get dressed because your future husband is here to see you." The girl's eyes showed disappointment upon hearing these words. "Thank you, come in." Her voice sounded empty. The only thing that kept her going was the thought that she will be able to see her brother soon. The maid helped her to dress nicely.
Her dress was mahogany with black lace decorating it. Her hair was held with clips making it into a bun and letting a few strands down. Her silver necklace had half of a star. The other half belonged to her childhood friend Ben.
When she found herself done she went outside the room and slowly made her way to the hall. The two men were waiting for her and went quiet when they noticed her presence.
Timotheé couldn't stop admiring the breathtaking view in front of him, while in his friend's eyes lust and desire were visible. The unfamiliar man stepped forwards wanting to introduce himself. "Delightful to finally meet your acquaintance Diana, I'm Drystan Asara, son of the king-" "king Corentin, I know." Drystan was surprised at how outspoken she was. "But if I remember correctly, you are only to be my husband if my brother falls in battle." She reminded the man before her. "Yes, you are right." Drystan went closer to her not breaking eye contact Diana didn't know what he was doing and she felt uncomfortable. Drystan lifted his hand wanting to caress her cheek but Timotheé was quick to stop him before his hand could touch her skin. "Don't you want to leave the pleasure of touching her, until your wedding night?" Timotheé asked holding his grip tightly. "I guess you are right, I think I should wait until our wedding night." He agreed. " Anyhow I wanted to meet the princess, who I had heard a lot about." "And what did his majesty hear? That my loving brother sent me from home, and for 18 months I will be with a ruthless killer hoping he won't do the same cruel thing to me, that a man of his did to my mother? Or maybe I got promised to someone I don't love?!" She asked with a crack in her voice. "No. I heard when you play on the violin anyone can feel the emotions you are feeling." He stated clearly but with curiosity in his voice. "Well, you have heard correctly. But I doubt you'll be able to hear, for your friend destroyed such a lovely instrument in barely a few seconds." She explained "oh, well lucky you, I brought one just for the princess. They say it is made by the finest violin maker in the whole land." He told her about being proud of himself.
Diana was puzzled by the statement the prince made. Why would anybody carry a violin with them? He handed the case to the girl as she placed it on the desk and opened it. A lovely untouched violin before her eyes. She put the shoulder rest on the violin, rosined her bow, and started tuning. When everything was in tune, she looked at the prince and asked him: "what would you like to hear me play?" "How you are feeling at this very moment." He answered. Diana started playing a melancholy tune which made the two men before her feel pain, sadness, and sorrow. As the bow brushed against the strings sometimes making a louder-, or softer sound. The vibratos were bold and well-played.
Timotheé hated listening to the way she was feeling, all the pain he felt. He left the room quickly. On the other hand, Drystan had a smug smile on his face and listened to her finish. Diana took a deep breath feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders. "I hope you achieved what you wanted, and now I would like to take my leave." She strained her voice to not let it crack again. "You may go." He announced.
Diana went back to her room only to find a letter on her bed. She sat down as the mattress sunk beneath her, opening it. On the paper stood only a word: Kiss
She was confused about who it could be from. The letter was anonymous so it seemed almost impossible to know who left it there. Diana wanted to go outside although she wasn't allowed to. She went out of the room walking down the hall.
She stopped by a room that was locked before. The door was slightly open so she entered without knowing what will be waiting for her.
This room which she hadn't seen before wasn't a place that was used often she thought. The corners had spider webs and there was a lot of dust in the air. She analyzed the space and realized this room belonged either to a painter or a pianist. She couldn't make it out, for on the walls hung paintings and brushes were in containers and dried paint everywhere, but piano music sheets were scattered on the wooden floor as well.
A deep, angry, intimidating voice made her turn around and face the man who left in the middle of her performance. "What do you think you are doing here?!" Diana never heard Timotheé this angry, although she had pulled the trigger quite a few times. "I saw-" she couldn't finish as the man cut her mid-sentence. "Get out!" He shouted. "I was-" she was cut off again. "I said get the hell out of here." His low voice was almost a whisper but still loud enough to be heard clearly. Timotheé pulled a knife from his pocket and placed it at Diana's throat, while his other hand rested on the wall behind her.
