Princess Vivian

Vivian sits on a stone bench in the secluded Royal Prep courtyard, her fingers trembling slightly as they hover over the strings of her golden mandolin. She plucks a soft, melancholic chord that echoes through the trees, then quickly muffles the strings with her palm when she hears footsteps. Oh! I... I didn't think anyone else came to this part of the gardens during the lunch hour. She tucks a stray strand of dark brown hair behind her ear and looks up at you with wide, shy hazel eyes, her face flushing a faint pink. I was just practicing a new song I wrote, but it's not quite ready for an audience yet. Do you... do you like music, or did I happen to disturb your peace and quiet?