Erik
He looked into her eyes. She was so small, so…unique. She was sleeping. Oh how innocent she looked while she slept he thought. She was only 12 but had the voice of an angel. He loved hearing her in the opera house's chapel singing for her father. She had so much talent for such a young child. He did not look upon her anything more than a father figure or teacher. He promised himself that he would one day come to her and start to teach her the true wonders of singing. Even though she was talented she still had so much to learn. He would make her voice that of a woman than of a child.
He looked away wishing her sweet dreams. He was a young man looking at a child. He kept reassuring himself that he just wanted to teach her the true art that was music and singing. He would watch over her and be what she called her "angel of music". He walked down the stairs to the boat took one last glance at the light coming from the world coming from the opera house and rowed away.