My eyes followed the Master's movements at he paced. I made my keyboard drone on some morbid depressing piece I wrote for the Beast some time ago.
He occasionally shot glancs to me, and would hurriedly look away, muttering something before continuing his pacing.
"Penny for your thoughts, Master?" I drawled
He glanced at me, then my keyboard
"Play something else" he snapped
"As you wish, Master" I immediately stopped and began playing the piece I had composed for him on the Christmas we first got the enchantment.
A snarl escaped him and he whirled around, glaring furiously.
It was obvious he remembered it, and if I had been human, and not myself, my heart would have stopped beating, and I surely would have wet myself.
However I am not human, thus do not have a heart. And even so, I am much braver than most. Master doesn't frighten me. He intrigues me. He astounds me.
He appreciates me when nobody else does, and as much as I hate to admit that the mighty Maestro Forte have a weakness, I need Master to truly be happy.
"Stop" he snapped
My keys imediately halted their movements and I narrowed my eyes
"Is something wrong, Master?" I snapped crossly
"play something else" he snarled
I began a random morbid piece I had written quite some time ago, and he evidently recognized its origin, because he once again snarled at me to chance what I was playing
"STOP!" He roared when I instead played louder
This, however, froze me in my tracks. Master never raise's his voice. At least not to me.
I raised an eyebrow
"Yes, Master?"
"Stop playing that foul music!" he snapped
That stung, I will admit, but I didn't show it.
He was just lucky that he was Master, and not some petty fool. I pity the fool that thinks he can raise his voice at me, or call my compositions crap, without consequenses.
Master stared at me in a furious silence, and I began playing one of my softer, yet still depressing tunes. His glare immediately disappated and he began pacing again
"Thank you" he muttered, most likely not meaning me to hear it.
'you're welcome, my Master ' I thought darkly
Fife gulped nervously as he approached Belle.
"B-Belle?" he squeaked
She turned around
"Fife" she grinned "what brings you here?"
He gestured for her to bent down and she complied, and he stared at her for a moment
"I... have to tell you something"
"What is it?" she asked
"Maestro Forte... he... he... The Master... he l-... he..." Fife trailed off but Belle knew what he was getting at
"He loves The Beast" she stated and Fife nodded