The sound of a piano rang in the air creating a calming atmosphere. It was summoning her into his lair. She was hesitant at first. Not knowing whether to follow the sound or give him space.
It felt like listening to the sound of the waves crashing against rocks. The peaceful symphony of birds tweeting merrily as the sun rose from the sky.
She was reminded of everything she had missed. For an entire year, she was like a caged bird. In a bid to keep her company, he became a prisoner too.
These were like a liberation for them. With everything already planned out, they needed a little time to set things in motion.
She eventually gave in to her selfish desire to be close to him. He was her drug. One she needed to have a taste-off every chance she got.
She was hooked on him like a fiend. Her heart shackled so intensively to him. Arya was high on the beautiful synchrony his fingers created.