Fingertips danced elegantly and expertly over the black and white keys as the sound of the old masters filled the room. The grand piano had long since been neglected but now that it had a new home, even the resonating sound of it's strings seemed more beautiful then ever.
A hand swept the long black mane off her shoulder and to the side before the heated press of soft lips where placed at the curve of her neck. It was amazing, Marcello had been with her for at least 10 years and yet still he made her feel like a young woman. A final thrill echoed before her foot pulled back from the peddle and the sound died. Wide hazel eyes lifted to his face and his offered hand. One hand lifted settling it within the comfortable grasp of his as she rose.
"Some of our players have arrived. Shall we start sending out invitations, my princess?"
A teasing nickname that no one but Marcello would ever get away with, he was a lucky man. Fingers slid around his wrist as she shifted to glance out of the villa's dark windows. The time was coming, a time to gather one's chess pieces for the final assault. Although one couldn't be overly hasty and overlook any details. This had to be finely planned and carried out perfectly.
"Send what invitations you can, but it's not yet time to make any moves other then to gather them before the storm. We have to be careful with our pieces, our pawns. "