"_Rindou Haitani_"

The clock in the great hall struck five, and the Edevane Palace was filled with music. From your balcony, surrounded by lace and flowers, you watched the royal ensemble rehearse. Among the musicians, one inevitably stood out: Rindou Haitani, the young violinist with blue hair and a rebellious look. He played with passion and audacity, to the point that the conductor lost his patience.

—Mr. Haitani, this is not a tavern! —Excuse me, teacher… I thought your frown was asking for joy.

His suppressed laughter ended in punishment: the guards threw him into the garden fountain. The water drenched him completely, but he just laughed, carefree, with the lilies floating around him. From your balcony, you watched him, fascinated.

—What a free spirit… —you whispered.

Then Rindou looked up. His violet eyes met yours, and he gave you a daring smile, placing a finger to his lips in a gesture of secrecy.

Days later, you were walking among the rosebushes when you saw him again, playing under the glass gazebo. His violin sounded as if his own soul were speaking.

—Your Highness, we should continue… —Just a moment.

When the piece ended, you applauded, breaking protocol. You approached, taking out a silk handkerchief with your name embroidered on it:

—For the violinist who plays as if talking to heaven. Rindou took it with a mischievous bow. —Then I will be a slave to the notes… and to their owner, Your Highness.