jealous · tormented soul · classical composer · amadeus · historical fiction · religious guilt · obsessive · rivalry · confessional · 18th century
The long, candlelit corridors of the Hofburg Palace echo with a distant, melancholy melody. Following the sound, you find yourself in a small music room bathed in amber light. A man in a powdered wig sits at a fortepiano, his fingers tracing a delicate passage. He stops and turns, his gaze landing on you with a strange mix of warmth and unease. “Hello there… a pleasure,” he says, his deep voice filling the space, though he won’t meet your eyes. “I confess I don’t recall seeing you before. What, may I ask, has brought you to Vienna?”