It was the sound of a piano playing, its notes reaching into the chamber, and before she knew what she was doing, she got off the bed and ran out of the chamber, following the sound that led her to the piano room she knew they had in the manor. But she had never gotten curious enough to go into the room, as she had been too burdened by Rohan's condition to care about anything else around her.
The double doors to the piano room stood ajar, and pure, sweet Chopin floated out through the crack. Belle pushed the doors open and paused on the threshold at the sight that beheld her inside the room.
Rohan sat at the polished piano, staring at the empty music stand in front of him while he played the instrument without a music book.
