ZAVIA
I heard a beautiful ballad playing as I pushed the keys. I moved my hands swiftly yet elegantly. I closed my eyes to feel the music. I let it course through me, inspiring me even more. The music ended abruptly as I finished the last note. I exhaled, not even realizing I had been holding my breath for a while now.
A poised clap from across the drawing room caught my attention. “Excellent work, your highness. I’m sure you’ll be capable of playing the more difficult sonatas in a brief.” Farsa, my piano teacher, praised me with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes.
The wall-sized windows of the room were spread open, allowing the vibrant sun rays to paint the room with a bright natural light. The golden accents of the room shone. The curtains were tied in fancy buns, allowing the soft
