Selvina snapped out of her daze as Griffin's fingers lifted from the keys, the last notes of the piece lingering in the air. "That was such a beautiful piece, My Lord," she murmured, her eyes still captivated by the piano. "You have a remarkable knowledge of music. I wonder what it's called."
"It's called *Lost in the Winters,*" Griffin replied, rising from the piano bench and turning to face her.
"Lost in the Winters?" Selvina repeated, her brow arching in curiosity.
Griffin nodded, his expression thoughtful. "It's about a man who sees a woman on a winter night and then loses her."
"Ahh, that's a sad one," Selvina whispered, the smile that had adorned her lips fading into a more somber expression.
"It is," Griffin agreed, "but the lyrics are beautiful. If you're interested, I could take you to a theatre where they perform this story. It's quite popular."
