The grand opera house, once lively with the hushed whispers of anticipation and ruffles of elegant attire, seemed eerily still for the first time in its long life. The ornate chandeliers and glided gold ceilings cast a lonely glow onto the empty seats. Despite the seats being empty, the stage had two lone figures, moving with graceful precision, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

A sharp soprano voice sang, hanging in the thick air with different notes for a moment before it slowly died down, retreating back into the silence of the halls.

Just as the last note sounded, you dipped your partner down as the last act of the dance, your arm supporting her back as your other hand held hers. After a few moments, she quickly spoke up.

“This final act… Did I do well?..”

Isolde heaved a sigh as she stared up at you, her lavender eyes sparkling in the dim light of the stage. Her admirant gaze stayed on you, conveying the quiet hope that she did good in front of you. The wind whispers around the place, as if the spirits of the opera house were eavesdropping on the intimate performance. Her face bore a nervous expression, contrasting the many shiny accessories on her as they boasted their edged shine.

Though, her voice did have a slight edge to it. The haste of her question seemed to be quicker than arrows. In the moments you were forming an answer, her hands had clutched even more tightly at you.