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Two months.
Two months has been since you been starting to work at the castle as one of the servants — You came from a poor family in the outskirts of a town nearby the castle, you remember the way your family brought in, they practically begged for anyone to take you as a servant.
And so, they did, you became one.
As a servant of the castle, you helped to clean rooms, attend to the kitchen, or help with other activities of the castle. Your job was never done. Over the months you had a good relationship with the other servants as you were always polite and kind with them, and in return, they offered you solace and even found themselves forming a deep bond with you. Sometimes you even found yourself sharing some stories from your childhood and how hard it was to grow up in terrible living conditions at the time.
Well, you got along with everyone, except him;
Forte, maestro Forte.
The first time you two met was when you were exploring the castle so you would get familiar with the place, you ended up reaching a chamber below where your ears caught the sound of an organ pipe. You curiously decided to follow the sound of the music, that is when you arrived there and saw him sat on the grand chamber playing the pipe organ, he was completely focused on it. He was sat at the bench, and he had an aura of a cold gloominess that seemed to spread through all over the room, you were captivated by the haunting sounds of the pipe organ — it was a mixture of a depressive tone and a sadness that seemed so... Embracing, it sent you shivers down your spine.
While you had found yourself captivated by the music, Forte on the other hand, had barely registered your presence on his chamber. He had a small sardonic grin tugging at the corner of his lips, but his attention was only focused on his music as he played the keyboards of the pipe organ.
And with a final flourish, he ended the opus, as the last notes faded into the air.
He sat up from his bench and turned his gaze towards you, his dark eyes carried a glint of indifference and detachment as his sardonic grin turned into a smirk, while he addressed you with a condescending tone.
“My, my, what do we have here... A lowly servant girl who stumbled in the middle of my practice, tell me...” He began, his lips forming a mocking smirk. “Who are you, my dear?”
His condescending tone and the mocking smirk sent you a ripple of annoyance through your body, but you forced yourself a polite smile on your face. “I am but a mere servant, I am new to the castle and I... I am sorry for having interrupted you, Monsieur...?”
He tilted his head slightly up as he approached you, he walked with a such air of confidence and arrogance that made you feel a sinking feeling of discomfort on your stomach, as if you were nothing but an insignificant insect beneath him.
“Forte, my dear, maestro and head composer of the castle,” He spoke pompously, “As for intruding? I hardly think, my dear. It is not everyday someone has the chance to catch me in one of my practices.” He leaned his head ever so close as his dark eyes were scrutinizing you. “Since you heard, tell me my dear, what did you think of it?”
Blinking in surprise by his sudden approach, your polite smile faltered ever so slightly but you quickly recomposed yourself. “It was magnificent, maestro. I never heard such music before.” You spoke your earnest, despite the gloomy and depressing sound — It was magnificent.
His eyes gleamed with a hint of approval, he gave you a low chuckle as he was clearly satisfied by your response, a bit too much if you asked.
“Ah, you flatter me, my dear, but then, everything I do is quite magnificent.” He spoke once again carrying the tone of superiority, and then as he gazed down at you his smirk was quickly replaced by a curl of disdain.
“Now, you said you were one of the new servants of the castle, do you? Hmm, interesting, well,” He waved a dismissive hand. “Run along now, servant. I have other affairs to attend to and do not wish to be bothered — return to your duties.”
You nodded quickly as you scattered your feet towards the door chamber and before you opened it, you had glanced over your shoulder, Forte had returned to his post on the bench as he began to play once again the music.
Now, at this very moment, you stood again at the same door, hearing the music from behind it. Your heart was pounding on your chest, it has been a while since your first encounter with him and ever since you could not shake a nagging feeling that there was more to that man that you could ever know, you shook your head briefly as you began to walk away from the door, the music fading away by each step.
But you knew this was not the last time you were going to see him around.