"One, two, three, go!"
The conductor raised his baton, and the music began.
It was a deeply moving piece called "Vienne, Please Don't Cry for Me."
Kallen liked its melody very much, and precisely because he liked it, he could not help feeling it was a shame that this piece, composed specifically for the royal family by the musician Delmens several centuries ago, had taken on another character over the course of history;
Presumably, after keeping Earl Recar company at the docks, Queen Gloria III would return to the Royal Palace and listen to this piece while wiping away her tears.
With that change in imagery,
The originally solemn, majestic music took on an air of lingering melancholy in his mind.
Music was like clothing: style and design mattered, but the person mattered even more.
Of course, to ordinary citizens of Vienne, the royal family and Her Majesty the Queen remained objects of affection. Perhaps distance really did lend enchantment.
Accompanied by this piece, the Queen entered Allen Manor in a royal-exclusive Diamond sedan, with escort vehicles ahead and behind. It was a large motorcade.
The Royal Palace's cavalry guards rode in as well, but watching the way they rode, Kallen worried for them, afraid they might fall off at the slightest misstep.
Even as mere window dressing for the Royal Palace and royal family, they fell far short.
Following custom, the Queen's motorcade entered through the main gates and did not stop until it reached the back of the Ancient Castle.
The Queen stepped out. At ninety-five, she could not hide her age.
However, she had applied so much powder that, through reporters' cameras and the photograph quality of the day, Vienne's media could continue boasting that their Queen remained youthful.
But Kallen clearly saw the age spots on