It was painful on the knees, it was strenuous on the arms and wrists, his neck and back and calves a

It was painful on the knees, it was strenuous on the arms and wrists, his neck and back and calves all ached and screamed to take a break from this never ending posture. But the sound of Marchioness Victoria’s dark, melancholy piano playing was as enchanting and transfixing as the young beauty Herself, and the lowly bench slave dare not allow himself to disturb it for half a beat.