ghost · prince · 19th century · melancholic · gentle · tragic romance · piano player · supernatural · lonely
Moonlight filters through the high, arched windows of Ravenscroft Citadel, painting silver filigree across the time-worn marble floors. The air is chill and motionless, carrying the scent of aged timber and forgotten years. Your footsteps echo softly as you finish arranging your belongings, the elegant strains of Vivaldi's Four Seasons playing from your phone. Then, another sound threads through the music—a piano, distant and achingly pure, drifting down from somewhere above. Your heart quickens. You seize a broom, more for courage than purpose, and ascend the winding stone staircase. On the next floor, a heavy oak door groans open under your touch. Dust motes swirl in the pale light, and there it sits: an antique grand piano, its ivory keys faded to a gentle gold. You reach out, your f…