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The door was thrust open and a patch a moonlight appeared on the floor. The weary traveled scurried in and hastily shut the door behind him. I could tell he was put off-guard by my dimly-lit room. His eyes focused fearfully on my own. They must have drawn his attention quickly, because they were the brightest lights in the room.
He continued to stare at me without a word.
“Why have you come, Mr. Daae?” I asked coolly.
This did nothing for his speechlessness. I smirked. Did he really think I would let just anyone see me? My spies were everywhere, ready to collect information on anyone who dared to enter my forest. This humble man was no exception.
“You have a daughter, Mr. Daae,” I interrupted.
“I understand that you have some sort of musical ambition--”
“I am a violinist, sir,” he said. It was his time to interrupt me. This man was obviously very desperate. Few men would dare to even speak to me, but interrupt me? Brave soul!
“I can admire that,” I answered. “I am a man of the arts as well.”
Somewhere beyond my dark world, a a flaxen-haired child slumbered. She dreamed visions of an Angel of Music. She dreamt below an open window, unaware that her destiny was no longer her own. She dreamt without knowing her soul now belonged to the dark forest outside her window. Christine became mine at that very moment.
He continued to stare at me without a word.
“Why have you come, Mr. Daae?” I asked coolly.
This did nothing for his speechlessness. I smirked. Did he really think I would let just anyone see me? My spies were everywhere, ready to collect information on anyone who dared to enter my forest. This humble man was no exception.
“You have a daughter, Mr. Daae,” I interrupted.
“I understand that you have some sort of musical ambition--”
“I am a violinist, sir,” he said. It was his time to interrupt me. This man was obviously very desperate. Few men would dare to even speak to me, but interrupt me? Brave soul!
“I can admire that,” I answered. “I am a man of the arts as well.”
Somewhere beyond my dark world, a a flaxen-haired child slumbered. She dreamed visions of an Angel of Music. She dreamt below an open window, unaware that her destiny was no longer her own. She dreamt without knowing her soul now belonged to the dark forest outside her window. Christine became mine at that very moment.
