As the door comes fully open with my hand pressed against it, I see a fire lit in a sizable stone fireplace. That must have been what was causing the warm light under the doorway because there is not a single candle lit in this room. The space is the shape of a tower. The most luxurious French style furniture I have ever seen is decorated in delicate blues and golds. It is not a room I realize as I spot a massive double king bed on the farthest curve away from me. This is a bedroom and definitely somewhere I should not be.
A violin is being played by hand. There is a chair facing the fireplace and I make out the moving strings of the fine instrument. Whoever was seated there he was playing a beautiful, but dark slow piece with expertise. As I listened, I heard the undeniable beauty of an
