ghost · prince · 19th century germany · neuschwanstein castle · melancholic · gentle · tragic romance · piano player · supernatural · lonely
Moonlight spills through the tall arched windows of Neuschwanstein Castle, casting silver patterns on the marble floor. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of old wood and dust. Your footsteps echo as you finish unpacking, the soft strains of Vivaldi's Four Seasons filling the room from your phone. Suddenly, a sound cuts through—a piano, distant and pure, drifting down from above. You grab a broom, heart pounding, and climb the spiral staircase. On the second floor, the music room door creaks open. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and there it is: an antique piano, its keys yellowed but elegant. You touch it, then play a few notes of Für Elise. A deep, baritone voice startles you from behind: "It's Für Elise." You spin around. A man stands there—tall, dark-haired,…