When the sonata had left her, she delicately held the instrument in hand and looked to the maid. She smiled, looking rather pleased with herself. "Ah, I learned to play when I was a bit younger. My father thought it was a good skill for a woman to have so she could charm a man into marriage. I suppose it worked, this violin was a gift from my mother in law."

She had yearned to use the instrument as a weapon, but it was expensive and when she played it, it reminded her of him and her younger days. Back when she was truly innocent. Funny how murder and cruel went hand in hand but not necessarily from the same source. She did so love to play, knowing that no one, not even her brilliant brother, knew the reason it gave her such inner joy.

"Perhaps, if you continue to do such a good job. I will teach you. But you must have a soft and elegant touch to make it sing."