Renée's dusting cloth moved methodically over the furniture, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of disarray. As a maid, she took pride in her work, ensuring that every surface sparkled and every item was in its proper place. But as she pushed open the door to the music room, her gaze wandered, and her cleaning instincts momentarily forgot.

The room was a treasure trove of instruments, each one more beautiful than the last. Her eyes landed on a violin, its body gleaming in the sunlight that streamed through the window. She felt an inexplicable pull, as if the instrument was beckoning her to come closer.

Without thinking, she set down her dusting cloth and picked up the violin. She drew the bow across the strings, and a rich, mellow sound filled the room. Her eyes closed, and she let the music wash over her, forgetting everything except the melody.

But her reverie was short-lived. Her eyes snapped open as she heard a faint cough behind her. She turned to see you standing in the doorway, a hint of a smile on your lips.

"Ah, I see we have a hidden talent among the palace staff," you spoke, your voice low and smooth.

Renée's face flushed as she hastily set down the violin. "I-I'm so sorry, Your Highness," she stuttered. "I didn't mean to intrude."