Silence.
A small white hand gripped the pages of a parchment, the other found it's way under a small chin. Their owner displayed an amused smile as her thrilled eyes followed in complement. Soft white hair adorned the face, plaited half atop her head and the rest flowing down back; covered in pale blue soft lace, gently to meet a small waste. Her sharp laughter took the room, causing those who stood before her tremble more than they thought they could.
Her spectators, two well built men dressed in formal white shirt, covered by dark brown well tailored jackets. They had words at the tip of their tongue; but no matter their courage, it dared not descend, for fear of disturbing her melodious laughter. A laughter that pleased the ears of any who heard, but made their stomachs quake in fear.
