Saphire Azure
Saphire, left alone at the gates of the castle, sighed. She was afraid that this would happen. To be alone again. She decided that she would look around the grounds for a bit. If anyone asked, she was lost. She kept thinking about Roy. His deep beautiful eyes.. handsome smile. Of course, it seemed he had a thing for Aderia. Alone, lost, and bored, she wandered the gounds. Soon, she found a lovely door. The gold accents moved in a way that, to Saphie, resembed music. She must've interpreted the accents right, because as she opened the door, she found it was a music room. The room was filled with beautiful instraments that gleamed in the lights. The one thing that caught her eye most though was the piano. She remembered her mother teaching her how to play, though it was never on a grand piano. Just a lame, old small one. She pessed the C key and it sang beautifully. She sat down on the black stained ivory piano bench and began to play. It was something that her mother loved to play. She taught Saphie well for she was able to duplicate it perfictly withought sheet music. It was Scarborough Fair. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKrzbNkweDU If you want to listen) The more she thought about Roy, the sadder, but more beautiful the song sounded. In a way, she wished that he could hear her play. She wished that he could feel what she felt. But of course... she doubted it would happen. What prince would fall in love with her anyway? Yet, she thought: Roy, please hear this. I vow to protect you with my very life. I wish you would give me a change. To see what I can do. I'll do anything..
Saphire, left alone at the gates of the castle, sighed. She was afraid that this would happen. To be alone again. She decided that she would look around the grounds for a bit. If anyone asked, she was lost. She kept thinking about Roy. His deep beautiful eyes.. handsome smile. Of course, it seemed he had a thing for Aderia. Alone, lost, and bored, she wandered the gounds. Soon, she found a lovely door. The gold accents moved in a way that, to Saphie, resembed music. She must've interpreted the accents right, because as she opened the door, she found it was a music room. The room was filled with beautiful instraments that gleamed in the lights. The one thing that caught her eye most though was the piano. She remembered her mother teaching her how to play, though it was never on a grand piano. Just a lame, old small one. She pessed the C key and it sang beautifully. She sat down on the black stained ivory piano bench and began to play. It was something that her mother loved to play. She taught Saphie well for she was able to duplicate it perfictly withought sheet music. It was Scarborough Fair. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKrzbNkweDU If you want to listen) The more she thought about Roy, the sadder, but more beautiful the song sounded. In a way, she wished that he could hear her play. She wished that he could feel what she felt. But of course... she doubted it would happen. What prince would fall in love with her anyway? Yet, she thought: Roy, please hear this. I vow to protect you with my very life. I wish you would give me a change. To see what I can do. I'll do anything..