"Yes, my father is the ruling duke here, though he's been ill for some time. So I'm ruling in his place when he has terrible boughts of his illness. It keeps him in his bed a lot. But we shouldn't talk about such unpleasant things." And with a nod, he continued to lead her through the palace, pausing at the door to the music room.
A piano sat near the window, gleaming from the sunlight. And a violin was resting on an easle nearby as well. Sheet music was draped before the piano and stand near the violin, and the floor was covered with a thick, plush deep red rug with golden fringes. And around the room were various, grand scale paintings, each as opulent as any should would have seen in the hall.
"Do you play any instruments, my lady?" he inquired. "If it so pleases you, I'd let you try a play at my piano. It is said music sooths the soul."
And Calent could boast much in the talent of music, but he wasn't here to embellish himself, but to help the poor woman who was recovering from such a terrible tragedy.