The Luna Marked with Lies The Queen Crowned novel Chapter 55

I didn’t respond. Instead, I lost myself in the asc, letting the melodies and harmonies fill the room and drown out the distractions.

One morning, as I was immersed in practice, I heard the door to the music room creak open.

Expecting it to be a student. I was about to send Len away when I saw that the figures in the doorway were Rolin and another man.

The man wore a hat pulled low, obscuring his face,

Leo’s demeanor changed instantly.

He stood up, his face hardening with visible hostily.

The atmosphere shifted palpably as Rolin and the man entered.

Theard the wonderful sound of the piano, Rolin said with a reassuring smile. “I thought I’d bring Orlando to meet you.”

At the mention of Orlando’s name, my heart skipped a beat,

The man removed his hat, and I was greeted by the face of a legend.

Orlando Martin a name that resonated deeply in the world of music

He was a renowned pianist, famous not only for his extraordinary talent but also for his notoriously unpredictable temperament.

Stories of his genius were as well–known as the tragedies of his past–losing his wife and child in a tragic accident years ago.

The rumors about him were a mix of admiration and apprehension.

Seeing him in person was both exhilarating and nerve wracking,

Leo, standing beside

stemed

I taken aback as well, his expression betraying his surprise.

is a striking figure of elegance and gravity

Orlando Martin was a

His tall, imposing frame was accentuated by the sharp lines of his tailored suit, which seemed to drape flawlessly over his shoulders.

With his chiseled features, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline, he exuded an air of effortless charm and nobility.

His piercing blue eyes, framed by dark, tousled haar, held a depth of emotion that hinted at both his tragic past and his remarkable talent.

Every movement be made, every glance, carried an undeniable sense of regal bearing, making him appear as if he had stepped out of a classic painting of a bygone era.

Rolin gave me an encouraging nod, signaling me to stay calm.

“Don’t be nervous. I told Orlando I would bring him to meet you.”

Orlando’s initially serious expression softened into a smile.

“That was an impressive performance,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that was unexpected. “Do you know who I am?

Excited and nervous, I nodded vigorously.

Yes, Mr. Winter. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I said with a smile, “This is just the beginning. Of course, I hope to step onto a bigger stage.

“She’s my Luna,” he said, his tone firm. “She’s here to play in the human world for a while Luna-

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Orlando’s face lit up with a hint of a simile. “Would you play one for me?”

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