Author's notes: Hi everyone! I'm really sorry for the slow update. I have been offered a job overseas and It's been crazy trying to get everything ready for the move. Long story short I will be trying to finish of both of my stories this week before I leave. Sadly it may lack in detail and be rushed (will have errors) since I'm trying to complete something I originally had more detailed plans and notes for. So apologies for it but I hope you enjoy what I can give at the moment anyways since I will be on hiatus for at the least 4 months if not indefinitely.
Chapter 2
Beca was looking out the window and smiling, as her maids tightened her corset strings that evening. The sunset painted beautiful shades across the sky turning the clouds into works of art. She was toying with some notes of music in her head, trying to capture the essence of the beauty of sunsets into her composition. Shaking her head slightly she resolved to practice and tease it out further on her pianoforte tomorrow she mused.
Her maids jerked her back to reality as they yanked back tightly on the strings
"Chloe, that is too tight" she breathlessly protested
Her redheaded maid smiled angelically
"But miss, it shows your figure very well this way" Chloe replied with a smile
"Just loosen in slightly it slightly and have Amy bring the Brocade dress," Beca ordered with a smile "It's not as If father has arranged yet another suitor for tonight. I have no one I wish to impress" she finished airily.
Amy walked into the room with the deep purple brocade dress draped carefully over her arm.
"I am afraid that your father has indeed arranged for another suitor for tonight" She said regretfully as she helped her mistress pull the heavy fabric over her head.
As they pulled the dress clear of her face Beca had a very unladylike scowl at the unwelcome news.
"Well I simply refuse to be civil to him, whoever he is. I only wanted to enjoy the show tonight. It is so rare to get good singers in Steinstadt. Singers such as DSM usually continue onto the citadel, as there is more money from Royalty or the Papacy." She complained
"As you will mistress" Amy replied demurely with a smirk. This Knight was going to see first hand how stubborn her mistress could be
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The audience was slightly restless waiting for the play to being; most patrons were content to talk amounts themselves and their group loudly. Beca was idly contemplating the composition she had started earlier toying with the melody in her mind. She couldn't quite envision the bridge, so she toyed about with some of the notes to try and make it fit. She was endeavoring to distract herself from her rather unwelcome suitor and her chaperones.
Beside her sat Sir Victor Azarna. He was a decorated knight who was well entitled, with suitable lands and assets to secure a minor lord's daughter. He was however much older than Beca and was dozing slightly in his seat after his third cups of wine.
Beca had spent her time frostily ignoring him. She hated that her father could pick whom she aught to marry. She was wanted something more, someone who was young and brave and could make music with her, someone who wanted her, not as a trophy or a large dowry, but just Beca. Perhaps her teachers were right and she was reading too many stories for a young lady.
The curtains were drawn back from the makeshift wooden stage as Beca refocused on what was happening in the real world. Her suitor continued to softly snore next to her. Beca felt a thrill of excitement go through her as the opening strains of song resonated through the audience.
The opening harmony was wonderful, perfectly on pitch and in sync as a group. Beca sat forward eagerly in her seat. The Durian Sound Maesters were extremely talented. There was a single melody in the choir however that caught Beca's attention. Her ears could just barely isolate it from the rest of the singers, as they set the scene for the musical play. The purity of that voice caused the hairs on her arm to stand up and her ears to strain desperately to here more, to get closer to the woman singing.
As the choir finished their piece, Beca despondently leaned back in her seat. She felt a desperate craving to hear more of that unknown singer. She had the voice of an angel and it was calling her to heaven. She fidgeted anxiously in her seat desperate for her to show herself. Beca paid little attention to the story of the play as it unfolded, something about star-crossed lovers, until a tall blond woman stepped out onto the stage.
It felt as if a bolt of lightning had hit Beca. She was rooted to the seat in wonder at the voice of her angel. The words being sung lost all meaning in comparison to the purity of sound and expression. Beca was set aflame; she burned for this angel, desired nothing but her and could not see reason.
It was as if a glowing beacon of light shone both from the woman on the stage and in her mind, connecting them together, like two perfect halves locking into place.
As Beca's mind was lost to ecstasy. Mina continued to sing unaware, her vela half controlled and compressed so tightly that she couldn't see the warning signs, couldn't see the tiny cracks in her defense, as her soul met and bonded with its other half.
Author's note: Sorry its so short but I promise to add more tomorrow !
