She heard the first notes of the song the moment she reached the last landing of the stairs. It was sweet, it was beautiful, it was sad. Her initial route had been to her left which would lead her to the large kitchen where Miss Vera would be waiting to commence their etiquette lessons but she found herself heading just the opposite direction being drawn by the song.
She knew there was an old grand piano that sat somewhere in the large mansion where she lived but she had never heard it being played. Neither she nor her parents had any interest in music and the piano was just there to occupy a little of the endless space the mansion had. The tempo of the song increased as did her footsteps as she hurried to find the source of the melody.
The grand piano sat in a wide hall and occupied the space closest to the wall of glass where the curtains we're pulled back, allowing the rays of sun to filter into the room and casting an ethereal glow on the person seated behind the piano. Her first thought was that he was an angel and she couldn't help but stare at the figure whose hand effortlessly glided across the keys creating that magical song that had her feet rooted to the spot.
The spell of the song remained long after he struck the last key. She was the one who broke it.
"What was that?" She asked softly. He looked at her then and she could see the face of the angel.
"It's Fur Elise." He said and stood.
'He was no angel' she decided as she saw him clearly. He was probably two years older than he young age of ten but she was clearly a head taller than him. He had a pale complexion with a dark mop of hair that fell across his face shielding most of his eyes from sight. He remained by the piano watching her.
"Who are you?" Her soft voice had taken the edge of arrogance that she had always practiced.
"Who are you?" He asked instead.
The lack of an answer angered her and her eyes flared as she placed both hands on bony hips.
"I asked first" she replied defiantly.
"Then answer first." He said calmly.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she considered his words before she decided to answer.
"I'm the princess of this mansion." She raised her chin an inch higher to emphasize her point.
He took in her looks from the long curly brown hair and round baby face and the long gown that hung shapeless around her bony frame.
Hr shrugged "Then I guess I'm prince charming"
She opened her mouth to tell him that prince charming does not wear faded jeans and worn t-shirts when Miss Vera called out her name. She turned around to see Miss Vera at the entrance, a look of disapproval on her face.
"Where have you been child? I've been waiting for you." Her tone of voice did not mask her disapproval.
She walked towards Miss Vera and took her hand. As they walked out of the room, she took one last look at the boy who still remained beside the piano.
No, he was no angel but even in faded jeans and T-shirt, he could pass for prince charming..... Her prince charming.
YOU ARE READING
Fur Cara
RomanceCaroline Benson returns home after a decade of studying abroad to find her childhood fantasy of prince charming. Kelvin Rodriguez finds the young defiant girl of his childhood a full grown woman. The life of both individuals are thrown into a twis...