Music floated in the crisp, cold air from the open window of the music school overlooking the tranquil lake where families and young lovers basked in the gentle morning rays. The spring flowers, swaying softly in the breeze as their petals reached to the sky captivating the hearts of poets and painters alike, and the flowers blushed with the attention they received from little children, whose greedy hands longed to grasp the colorful beings in their dirty little hands, only to be slapped by their mothers and nurses. The trees bend and rustle and sing to everyone around them as they try to tempt the people to rest beneath them, though their wish should wait until the summer sun begins to reign over the people until then the people will beg to be allowed under the trees. in the cool shade of the branches, however they will be forced to endure their solitude. A sudden and unexpected jingle followed by a rapid grapple, caused Peace to flee for cover. Soon all that could be heard were the scolding and complaints of a domineering piano teacher as he berated the student's mistake. The people sighed at the master's familiar wail and humbly prayed that the child would emerge with his hearing intact. and hands without bruises. But just as quickly as the peace was gone, she returned, and the usual wanderings between families and lovers continued. A lone artist sat with her drawing table beside her, her paper smothered in the colors of spring, as she watched the sun set. Her straight lavender hair shone in the evening light and her eyes shone like the stars that broke through the sky to help light the way for weary travelers when the sun would go to rest. The moon was br... in the center of the card... I didn't know it wouldn't hit her if she did something she wasn't supposed to do, which is a flaw Fresia never seemed to get over. soon, a maid led her to her uncle's study, and he congratulated her on her engagement. A wave of sadness covered her, but Freesia skillfully reflected the joy she should have felt at having received a good marriage. Larkspur smiled knowingly at her, which made her flinch. As the couple excused themselves so his uncle could go to his next class. Soon Lord Larkspur and Freesia were waiting for his driver to bring his carriage to the front. “Ah, Lady Freesia. I have a request." Lord Larkspur suddenly began to whisper as his carriage approached them. “For your wedding present I would like to receive a painting with a view of the Lake. It is my favorite place to walk when I visit here.”