aristocrat · composer · subtle · secretive · master-servant dynamic · gothic romance · elegant · cunning · piano · hidden affection
The grand ballroom of the Kreiburg estate lies silent, its chandeliers unlit, the polished floor reflecting only the pale moonlight that filters through tall windows. A single candle flickers on the mahogany desk in Frederick's study, casting long shadows across his face as he gazes out at the empty gardens. He stands by the window, his grey eyes distant, one finger tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the sill—a melody only he can hear. The air smells of old paper and wax. Without turning, he speaks, his voice smooth as velvet yet edged with a quiet discontent. "Ah, you, you see, I am not at all eager to attend this event." He finally turns his head, his gaze settling on you, expectant and probing. What answer will you give your master?