He was a violinist, father of five girls, married to the most beautiful woman in the city. His youngest daughter, Marguerite, was the exact copy of her mum except for the colour of her hair. She was particularly easy to recognize because she was the only redhead in the town. She always had a beautiful blue feather in her hair which was given to her father. She kept it as a charm. She was tall and corpulent. She had freckles all over her face which gave her a distinctive look. She was his favorite. Unfortunately, she had died just two days before. He pretended  not to be affected by this situation because she had been ill for several months; so, he got used to the idea that she might not survive her illness. Even though he was saddened by his loss, he tried not to show anything. Indeed, only one thing was a real source for concern to him:  his violin. Only his violin could make him happy. When he was playing the violin, he brought his audience to another world, a more peaceful world, a world where only luxury, peace and pleasure existed.

He was well-known not only because he was the best violinist but also because he did not have a left arm. He had lost his arm when he was five years old due to a serious infection. This particularity had strengthened his temperament and because he did not have the same chance as the other children; as he wanted to become a violinist, he fought harder and harder in order to earn a reputation. Sometimes he even played the violin until his hand was lacerated by the violin strings. Thanks to this arduous work, he had come to reach perfection. Each note he played was not a regular note but a beautiful sound coming from his wooden instrument. This violin was a gift from his father who had also inherited it from his father. He was the first of his family who became famous thanks to this cultural heritage. That was the reason why his relatives, except from his wife and daughters, did not really appreciate his company. Besides, everybody thought he was a tyrannical person because he always had a grumpy look and moody disposition.  It is true that at first sight, he seemed extremely bad-tempered and unwelcoming even though he was always doing his best when he played music and he was also taking great care of his family. Sometimes people thought he was sullen but it was only because he was very shy. He was someone with a big heart, he loved his daughters and wife even more than the apple of his eye. He was also very respected and  respectful. He was an introverted person who enjoyed spending time alone.

On that particular day, the king was going to his hometown to inaugurate a newly-built theatre. Thanks to the recognition he had garnered, the violinist was invited to celebrate this wonderful building. Everything was ready for the inauguration ceremony: indeed, there was a whole banquet full of food and wine and everybody was excited by the king being there to attend the ceremony. However, during the party, the violinist was asked to play his most famous masterpiece that was entitled “Marguerite”, named after his favorite daughter. He had refused to play and preferred to take some fresh air by the window, such anguish he felt. He walked towards the window and reached the table near the window whose façade was covered by ivy; there, in this quiet and remote place, he took a glass of wine in order to drown his sorrows. He was looking at the horizon and at the beautiful garden full of roses that reminded him of his beloved daughter. That was the first time in his life he had put his violin aside. In fact, deep in his thoughts, he had completely forgotten the inauguration ceremony and was only dreaming of the time when his daughter was still alive and when he used to play for her.