Victoria roamed through the halls of her extensive, yet vacant, home. She descended down the stairs of the foyer, and stood before the piano that she was not to go near. "Music is improper for a young lady. Too passionate." This she had heard many times from her stern mother. She had always been sheltered throughout her lifetime. Everything was too much or too little. Despite all of this, she never complained. She also never felt complete disdain for her upbringing, it did make her the person she turned into. While not much, one would at least say that she was very polite and proper.
All this being said, she still wished she had been more culturally enriched. She had a piano in her house, but never learned how to play. There were paintings displayed on the walls, but she had never learned anything about art. It was the one thing she had always longed for. Most in her situation would wish for more freedom, and while it would be nice, it would not have been Victoria's first wish. She hoped to one day be taught more about these things she longed for more knowledge about. Risking her mother coming out and catching her, she sat down at the piano and ran her fingers along the keys, not daring to press down on them. Though it was rarely played in the house, she always cherished the times the classical music echoed through the halls of the great mansion. After a moment, Victoria got up and returned to her bedroom. She needed to prepare for meeting the man she was arranged by her parents to be married to, who would be arriving in a few short hours.