It was a song of legend, the kind of songs that traveled across continents, learned, listened and repeated. A story of greatness and honor that left her lips in a soft melody, while her fingers danced on her cithara. It was not the first song she had written for Romulus, but it was longer, deeper than the others. There were no teasing rhymes this time, only tales of grandeur. A gift.
When she was done, Lucy Gray delicately put her cithara on her lap, and looked at Romulus. “Happy birthday.”
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When Lucy Gray said she had written him a song for his birthday he had in some respect and from experience, expected teasing lines, accusations and redirections towards mood and decisions. He loved music of course and never denied her the room to sing and entertain but this time had been different. A song worthy of transcending time, the sort he knew could well last for centuries if he could keep it alive himself. An immortality for its writer in turn too but flattery for the subject.
Romulus was clearly pleased with her performance, touched for the smile he wore on his face though for most, that smile was one that came with a feeling of dread. Not this time though as she wished him a happy birthday. "Thank you," he was sure to tell her softly, truly grateful for her effort.
"This is a precious gift, I have not heard a song like that for a long time." Far longer than he thought she knew but either way he was clearly very happy with his gift.