Chapter 72: 72:Rayleigh Von z (2)
"Mom! Mom! I beat Magister Percival in chess! They say he’s the best when it cos to chess right? Does that make
the best in chess now?"
Running into his mother’s private chambers, he stopped when he saw her playing the piano. A beautiful lody that seed to express so many different emotions coming from the piano.
He walked as quietly as he could—tip-toeing and holding his breath, afraid he might disturb his mother’s playing, and because he wanted to listen to it.
Her fingers danced across the piano, skillfully pressing note after note in perfect harmony. Creating a rich and llow tune.
Finally, after another few minutes. She stopped, causing Raymond to jump slightly as he was broken out of his daydreaming from the sudden lack of music.
She calmly smiled at him, "Congratulations son, but simply beating Magister Percival doesn’t make you the best at chess."
"Why not?"
"Because there is always soone else that could be better then you. Have you won against everyone in the world? Until then, you should never consider yourself to be the number one."
He nodded, listening to every one of his mother’s words. Before quickly rembering what he wanted to ask.
"Mom, you know how to play the piano?"
"Indeed. I know how to play most instrunts, I used to be the most famous musician in the empire. I would travel to different cities, performing in public and private for anyone who wanted to listen."
"Why did you stop? I also want to travel with you!"
She didn’t reply, only giving off a lancholic smile as she reminisced on her past.
"Can you teach ?"
She smiled, brushing a few strands of her long white hair away from her face before picking up Rayleigh under his arms and seating him on her lap. Positioning her hands over his as she explained each and every key on the piano.
Once he morized it all, she extended Rayleigh’s index fingers. Moving them so that he would press down on each key slowly and thodically.
Rayleigh quickly picked it up, his straightened index fingers pushing each key with the help of his mother’s guidance.
Soft sounds ca from the piano as the mother and son pair practiced together. Each mistake quickly corrected by her.
By the end of the song, Rayleigh turned slightly. Looking upwards at his mom.
"That was so easy!"
She gave off a small laugh, a twinkle in her eyes as she replied.
"Then, can you try to do this?"
She set Rayleigh’s hands onto his lap, putting her own fingers onto the piano as she took a deep breath.
The room went quiet, only the subtle sounds of their breathing as the only noise inside.
Soon, her fingers danced upon the piano, long notes, creating a slightly dark atmosphere with it’s slow frequency.
Her posture relaxed slightly, the song reaching a low pitch before abruptly stopping. The quiet lasting for only a mont before her skillful playing continued.
Rayleigh watched in awe at his mother’s skills. She was fully absorbed in her own music. Her eyes focused as the music turned warr.
He struggled to keep up with her fingers, each movent smooth and effortless. The tone of the music gradually shifting from it’s dark tone at the start to the current joyful lody.
It was like she and the piano were one, she was so in sync with each key that Rayleigh could only watch, starstruck.
With a final dramatic flair of her wrist—the tune suddenly erupted. Like a field of flowers blooming all at once, the pay off from the building up as Rayleigh’s ears were blessed with a sound that seed otherworldly.
Even as the song ended, faint remnants of it still lingered in his ears. The sudden silence making his thoughts seem so loud.
"I want to learn that song! I want to learn that song!"
She ruffled his hair, causing him to pout slightly as a few strands got into his eyes.
"It’s too difficult, I’ll teach you in the future when you’re ready and you still want to. Is that okay?"
"Okay!"
She chuckled, playing with his hair as the two of them enjoyed each other’s company.
Compared to the young and innocent Rayleigh however, her eyes held a much more complicated look.
"Your hair is getting long, do you want
to cut it for you?"
Rayleigh looked at his own hair for a bit, seeing it almost reach his shoulders. He nodded.
"How do you want
to do it? Do you want it to be like William’s?"
Rayleigh thought for a bit, holding his chin in his hands. A habit he learned from his teachers as they frequently did the sa
"Hmm...can I have it like yours?"
She brought out a personal mirror, looking at her own hair which was styled by her ladies-in-waiting.
William simply had his hair cut short. With his frequent training, his hair would frequently beco ssy. Rayleigh would usually have the sa but it seed he hadn’t gotten it cut in a while.
While she currently had her white hair styled in a high pony tail with a ribbon. A style wholly unsuitable for a prince.
"Oh dear, mommy’s hairstyle won’t look very good on you though?"
"But I want it like yours!
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