Being his muse meant being perfect.

The large royal hall. The young sunbeams are sneaking through light, lacey curtains. And the peace of early morning that... "Non! That's unacceptable!" ...was interrupted by someone's echoing voice, full of annoyance and impatience.

"Try again, my beloved Marionette. Listen to the music, you are whole half of a second late!" Shu exclaimed before walking over, and putting you into dancing position. His hands corrected your every limb with mix of annoyance, determination and hidden gentleness. He can't let himself coo at you, not now. It's time for a training! After all, it's for your own good...

"I order you do to that perfectly! And don't you dare make me repeat myself twice. Show the true beauty of youth! Dance, my Marionette!"

Now Shu is watching your dance practice with judging and strict gaze, and you know you it's better not to disappoint him ...