Allegro Piano

The young lady catches her breath as she climbs the hill, hoping to escape. She wanted to go somewhere nobody would find her, where all this fame and photos eating her privacy would go away. She almost reached the top, and hears the voice of a flute. She saw a boy whose back was facing her. His blonde hair flows with the wind, along with the melody coming out of his silver flute. Eager as her curiosity found the song familiar, she spoke to him after tapping his shoulder. "That is Decretum, isn't it?" The boy faced her, his melody interrupted. Quickly, lowering a wooden mask to cover his face and cheeks with freckles. She tilted her head lightly, being more curious. "What is there to hide?" she asked him, "Are you shy?" He did not speak, yet replied with a nod. The young lady walked closer; the young man repelled. "That's okay, I'm quite shy, too." the young lady said, "Why are you here? Do you usually go to this place?" "You are a really nosy lady, aren't you?" the boy replied and stood up, facing her through he mask. "Shouldn't you be studying? Lady Emily Grace, daughter of the Earl... I forgot his name." Her heart started to beat fast, she could feel it down to her legs. "I... ran away. I'm tired of being told what to do, tired of being alone." He raised a brow, although it cannot be seen. "But you came here to be alone, am I correct?" he puts the flute down to the grass and crossed his arms, stood straight without any respect to the royal. "However, that's alright. I hate being told what to do as well." "How come you know me, and I don't know you? What's your name?" she looked straight at his eyes through the wooden mask. From afar, an old man shouts, "Wilbert!" in a crooked tone. The boy looked behind and quickly took the flute. "You heard it." the boy said, hopping down from the hill and removing the mask that has been covering his face. "Lady Grace!" another man shouts. This time, it was an old, man in a tuxedo. Emily, the girl, felt slightly unrelieved. Her hand was taken as she was being dragged back to her home, that is quite miles away. The man whipped the horse, ordering it to move. "You are supposed to be studying, Lady Grace." she looks at the window, observing nature. "I know, someone else told me that already." she pouts and lays her chin down in a pillow. "Knowing your father's standards and position, it is dangerous for you to come along. Especially, alone! Dear God... you are quite a reckless lady." the tone did not frighten the Lady any longer. Perhaps, she could come by another day, soon. - - - She came to the hill like what happened last week. Today, she had no classes and will be free to go whenever she wants. Except, she passed her boundaries given by her father, the Earl. However, the boy was not in the hill. Perhaps she was a little bit too early to come by. Emily continues to wait in this dusk, sitting down in a rock the boy sat down in last week. She heard running footsteps. Footsteps that comes toward her. In alert, she stood up to back down. Someone let the bullet go, towards Emily. But before she would get hit, someone pushed her down and covered her mouth. The hand was softer than the queen's, and the scent was far more elegant. "It's me, Wilbert." he whispered, slowly letting her mouth go. "Didn't some kind of butler tell you not to come back here?" He held her hand and crouched down the hill, she was following her. "They are targeting you tonight, you better thank me for saving you or I might leave you to bits by now." Emily follows him down the hills. She looks around, being more alert as her location is being farther, away from where she lives. "Where are we going?" her curiosity made her talk. Wilbert did not reply and continues to lead her as the darkness eats away the day. Suddenly, a gunshot made Emily fall down. It seems like she is unconscious in one, quick shot.