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⠀  The  princess  quietly  𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱  the  harps   string’s  being  𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙  by  𝗱𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀  𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘀  ,  watching  the  way  his  hands  moved  along  the  smooth  surface  —  each  finger  elegantly  𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜  themselves  for  each  note.  

A  subtle  hum  could  be  heard  within  the  background  of  his  𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴  as  she  found  herself  𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜  along  to  the  melody.  As  she  listened  on  ,  she  allowed  herself  to  let  the  𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱  𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻  ever  so  𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮  ,  giving  the  musician  all  her  attention. The  wooden  instrument  𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱  her  of  her  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧  ,  the  one  thing  she  found  𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲  in. 

❝  i  must  say  ,  you’re  quite  𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱  with  your  hands.  ❞

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