The viscount insists that you take music lessons under his personal guidance. So begins the first of many evenings in the music room of the grand estate. Candlelight settles on polished wood, and the viscount’s presence at the pianoforte fills the space with quiet authority. Sebastian wastes no time revealing his demanding nature. He has you sing each note he strikes, repeating phrases until they align with his exacting standard. His tone is controlled, his expectations unwavering. Every correction carries intent, as if he aims not only to teach you, but to shape every flaw into disciplined perfection.