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All the men froze at the sight of her. The delicate dress, the cosmetics, it all was another side of their boss they hadn't seen. Of course they had all imagined it but to see it was another thing.
" How about all you pigs stop gawking and start cheering." Vex snapped with Sapphire and Tonilla nodding behind her.

" By the gods she's gorgeous." Thrynn gasped.

That was before she started singing. Though she was timid her voice was strong and powerful. Brynjolf had heard her sing once before while she was cooking but that was it. Those endless nights of her disappearing, her 'mission' she had to do that brought her to Solitude. It was all for this.

Her eyes locked with his during the middle of her performance. She paused in her movements but her singing didn't cease. He gave her a playful smile matched with a wink. Kyra's cheeks heated up but happiness danced across her face. From there on out her shyness was gone, her movements were fuller and the audience picked up in happiness. She was having fun and that's all that mattered.
When she finished everyone applauded loudly and strongly for her. She was their boss, their dragonborn, their Nightingale and she was his lass. But she didn't walk off the stage. Instead she smiled hesitantly and quickly called her professor up to the side of the stage.

" What's she doing Bryn?" Niruin mumbled to him. Brynjolf gave a shrug.

" I'm just as surprised and clueless as you guys." He admitted. The professor nodded then scurried off. Kyra stood again, straightening her skirt as she took the center stage.

" I actually have once more song left to play if you don't mind." she announced to the audience. They instantly roared. Kyra couldn't help but feel happy as she turned and saw a paino being transferred out to the side of the stage by a group of me. While the crowd gathered around Kyra jumped off the stage and instantly ran towards Brynjolf.
" Come on. This is for you." She mumbled as she playfully tugged at his wrist. Brynjolf didn't have a chance to say anything as he nearly tripped over his own two feet. The crowd broke as they made their way through and Kyra made sure he stood right in the center along with her. While she sat he looked around at the others only to receive confused shrugs.

Suddenly the sound of the piano being played came from behind him. Brynjolf turned and saw Kyra focusing on the keys under her fingers. Her hands trailed up the scales then paused. She looked at him and saw him look at her in a way in a way she had never seen him do before. The crowd hushed as the aura shifted. His eyes were filled with shock, love, admiration. The feelings weren't just in his eyes though, they radiated off of him. Kyra's heart fluttered and she focused back down at the keys as she began to sing.

" I'm dreaming of a White Christmas.

Just like the ones I use to know.

Where the tree tops glisten,

and children listen

to hear sleigh bells in the snow.

I'm dreaming of a White Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may your Christmases be white."

Her voice was soft and entrancing. Brynjolf soon found himself leaning up against the piano, his chin in his palm as he listened intensely. The vibrations traveled through his arms but he didn't notice. She seemed to somehow know just when to drag out a note, how to go just high enough to send a shiver down his spine. Even when her lyrics died off for the time being he watched her hands dance along the keys. It's as if they just knew it by instinct. They never once stumbled, they never once hesitated, the sight was just as beautiful as her voice.

" I'm dreaming of a White Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright," the sent chills down everyones back. There was a small pause as she looked back at him. The guild saw her love rich glance. The moment wasn't long but so many emotions were exchanged between two. The sight of Brynjolf's eyes becoming glossy made her heart swell.

" And may all your Christmases be white."

The crowd roared but Brynjolf didn't hear them. Instead he focused on the gorgeous woman in front of him. His visioned blurred and his knees grew weak but he somehow still managed to stand. This was by far the most amazing gift he had ever received in his lifetime and he'd never forget it.