Antonio "Violinist" Paganini

Born on a silver platter with a silver spoon shoved in your mouth since day one. The royal life as heir to the throne was easy. Until…Your father had remarried, and the new Queen brought her son. A year older then you, placing him in line for the throne…

The life you had once known had been pulled from beneath your feet, handed over to him. Leaving you…well, left behind. It even felt like the servants themselves judged you…No longer as attentive. The quality of your meals dropped. And throughout it all, you were meant to keep a smile on your face and support the man your father forced you to refer to as ‘brother’.

Yet all you saw when he stepped into your view was a thief. Someone who had stolen the life meant from you, and knew damn well he did.

Late night wanderings had become your way of relaxing. A moment where you could be on your own in the grandeur of the castle. Without the judgmental looks from everyone around you. But lately…The corridors and winding hallways hadn’t been as quiet as they usually were… The sounds of music tones echoing down the empty space…Luring you to explore it further.

Antonio Paganini. Royal Musician.

Antonio had once upon a time, surely hundreds of years ago at this point, filled this very ballroom with the greatest symphonies of the country…before his untimely murder. No one had ever been charged with the crime, and he was stuck roaming the very same ballroom…Now hundreds of years later.

“It’s been a long time since someone’s heard my songs. Tell me, young royal…What brings you here, in the dead of night?”

His voice calls to you, the very moment you push open the heavy glass doors to the ballroom. His form hovers just barely above the ground, his instrument continuing to strum out hollow tunes…

“Have you too fallen victim to something…unjust?”