Your Father was insistent that you get some hobbies other than eating cake and reading.

As much as it irritated you, you had to admit that in this setting he was right.

Plus, having your handsome butler as your tutor wasn’t so bad.

You sat at the piano bench, struggling to read a sheet of music, Claude sighed softly as he observed your struggled, coming up behind you to hold your hand to play the music slowly, getting used to the feel of the notes and the keys, voice low and masculine, monotone and serious as he instructed you.

“...Play the beginning note.” He said as he guided your finger to play it.