The Selection ✓

seventeen - a little something, from me

I'm was at the music room, again. Ever since Sarah and magically managed to break my precious violin, I'd been coming back and forth to my room and back in hopes of finding the same reassurance my violin once gave me. I've been in and out for a whole week now, while the other girls were on majestic dates and all.

Others can disagree, saying it was a materialistic obsession that reached the end of it's ticking time bomb, but it was my shield. It had been there from the start, from where the roots of my problems grew into plants.

And I could rant. I could play, pluck the strings, do whatever I please. I could sing. 

This violin was how I had discovered my passion. Whenever I felt broken, or any emotion at all, I'd jot it down a worn down journal, who's leather leaves had already been scrapped to pieces, and write words that expressed my pain, or happiness, or anything at all.

Then I'd play. The violin was the first instrument I had learned, and this was the only violin I had ever called my own, besides asking my father to lend me his, before he finally bought me one on his own.

It had cost him a fortune, but he had insisted that it had been worth it, to see me smile like I did, and play like I still do.

"Holly, someone's at the door." Chantelle rushed to the music room, where my hands began to shake whilst gripping onto a dark-ochre-colored violin (some of you spell it ocre), "A certain someone you wouldn't want to miss." Her voice snaps me out of my daze. "He's in your room."

I nod, placing the violin down, and following her over a few corridors, where Cassie places a small necklace around my neck. I smile thankfully, as Lucas bows, "My father always told me that saying 'dear' wouldn't get you the girl,"

I smile, a little confused by the statement, "Okay?"

"But, my dear, you look gorgeous." I burst out laughing. "What?"

"Nothing." I straighten my facial expression, "Well, can I help you with anything?" I ask, knowing exactly what he came here for. The giggles of my maids are audible outside, as are our words, inside.

"I'd like to ask you on a date." he smiles, offering his arm.

I return the grin, "I accept."

"Perfect. But first, I'd like to show you something." he nodded leading me down the staircase. At first, I had thought that we would be heading outside to the garden, or at least somewhere within the gallery, but once again, Lucas shocked me by taking me down another flight of stairs.

I had noticed them before but didn't see their importance, automatically assuming that it would be the kitchen or the sewing room, but no, in fact, Lucas had barely flinched when he led me down yet another set of stairs.

I sucked in a breath, "Are you trying  to get yourself lost in your home?" I ask.

"Please," He flaunted playfully, "As if I would ever get lost." I rolled my eyes, "Anyway," he announced, "We're here."

I paused as he opened the door, gasping for my breath. Inside, was the most beautiful room I had ever seen in my life. It was massive, majestic, even. "This," he said, "Is the private music room. Royal family only." he grinned, "And now, you."

I gasped. The articulate ornaments patterned against the edges of the wall, each instrument is given their own spotlight in the massive room. There are some audience seats stationed as well, but no more than ten leaning against the wall. 

It was beautiful, and it took my breath away.

"Wow."

"I know, right?" he laughs, "My mother built it when they were newlyweds. As a family, we all come here quite often."