However, what mattered was the floating stage that separated the study from the parlour. Atop there was an ivory and brass clavichord. Seated at the instrument was a woman in a gown. He had never seen one with such an ornate design or intricate lacing. He imagined that similar fashions would be found at any royal court.
The woman was the source of the siren’s song. It was intoxicating, and reminded himself to remain a proper gentleman. It would have been rude to ruin her grand entrance. In an attempt to look detached, Marc looked over his shoulder at the bartender.
“Who’s that?” Marc asked.
“That’s the Contessa.”
Marc could imagine himself having a great deal of fun getting to know her better.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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