"It's sharp, Your Grace." Didier directed Helene's hand to the correct key, her smile growing: He was touching her!

"Helene, please." She told him. He was surprised, but accepted it nonetheless.

The servant knocked on the door and Princess Helene stood.

"Same time Thursday?" she asked him.

He kissed her hand, "Yes, and keep practicing your scales."

She nodded and was escorted out by the servant, Princess Nanette escorted in by another.

He kissed her hand, "Good day, Madame."

"Nanette." She told him.

He nodded and became rather worried: They were all in love with him.

She sat down at the harpsichord, his dress taking up the entire chair, thus Didier stood and directed her.

The two reviewed what he taught her three days earlier, her hand posture and definition was horrid as it was for the passed two weeks.

At the end of the hour the servant knocked and Didier kissed her hand goodbye.

Only one more for the day.

Another servant brought Princess Amelie in, her dress closer to her body and her hair up in a simplistic bun.

He kissed her hand and she proceeded to sit down near the harpsichord.

"What do you recall from Monday, Amelie?" Didier sat next to her.

She began to play as she named them, "The D scale…the F scale…the G scale…and their arpeggios."

She easily proved she was telling the truth, and Didier nodded. She was the only one whom actually practiced.

"Very good, Your Grace," he applauded, "Excellent."

She blushed slightly, but soon pulled out a sheet of music, "I found some of this music in my father's music room and I thought I'd try it out."

Didier gestured to the harpsichord, "Be my guest."

She placed the music up on the stand. It was an amateur's piece, and she played it with ease. Her posture was perfect, her focus was undisturbed, and her confidence growing. Of course she had to stop and start many times, but Didier wanted to see how she played it before he proceeded to help her.

After about ten minutes she finished it and looked at him. His hand was under his powdered chin and his red lips were pursed in thought.

Then, he remembered something.

He looked at her after a while and said, "Other than the stopping and starting it was very good. However, you made four mistakes that are easily recognizable. As your teacher, I instruct you to find them and self correct."

He saw a lot of himself in this young lady.

He refused to forget his teacher.