Chapter 277: One Last Time
Rose sat on a stool with her legs crossed at the ankles. The skirt of her dress pooled around her hips to the floor. She sat on the stool with her back straight, her arms lifted and bent at the elbows, holding the flute to her lips as she played a tune.
Her red hair fell across her shoulders, a few strands rested on her face but that didn’t bother her. The fireplace crackled and sparked behind her. The fire gave a glow as she played the flute.
Rose’s fingers moved over the holes, closing and opening to change the notes. Her head tilted left and then right as she lost herself in the music. Rose’s eyes were closed as she played, memories flooding her mind. Some good, some bad.
It was easy to forget her audience, who listened with rapt attention. Rose was never one to shy away from playing. She would play the flute as often as she could, especially when there was someone to listen—and even if there wasn’t, it didn’t make much difference to her.
Rose played elegantly. The way her fingers moved as she played was one of experience. The tune flowed beautifully, and more than a few heads bobbed and shook to the rhythm.
At the end of the music, Rose slowly opened her eyes and brought her hands down. She smiled softly as she looked around. Lady Deana immediately started to clap.
"That was wonderful," she cried and Rose could tell she meant her words.
The rest of the room nodded their heads in approval. Only one person didn’t look like he shared the same thought.
"Thank you," Rose said softly, gripping the flute as she placed both hands on her lap.
They had moved to the private drawing room. It was a cozy little room that was one-third the size of Caius’ room. It didn’t hold a lot of things. There was a fireplace, some furniture which mostly included a table, some stools, two long chairs, and some regular cushioned chairs.