Yeah, Elizabeth could think of tons of reasons. Reasons her father would leave her, abandon her for the hundredth time. Hell, she hadn't really even been raised by him. After her mother had died, that man was rarely around, and she'd be damned if he claimed to raise her. Because she knew better than anyone that maids and other staff members of households had been the true people to raise her.<br/><br/>"Good.." She had then murmured to Aleksey when he agreed that he wouldn't be telling anyone. Because whenever someone learned it, they were utterly surprised that she turned out so shy, quiet, and timid for the most part. She had returned the sweet kiss though, before nestling up to Aleksey's side once more.<br/><br/>It hadn't taken very long for her to fall asleep, but that's just because she trusted Aleksey would protect her. He always did. And while she slept her breaths had grown soft, slow, and steady. She rarely moved in her sleep, and no matter what stayed nestled up to his side, stealing what warmth she could from him while she was sleeping in such a peaceful manner.<br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Over those few days, Elizabeth had easily noticed Aleksey's nervousness. And, it was quite strange, seeing someone who was as jumpy as she was half the time. But, she grew nervous and tense simply from the way he was acting, and jumped at, quite literally, everything then. But, as usual, she carried around that very same book that she did when first meeting Aleksey. It was always held tight against her chest, as if she were afraid someone would steal it, but she never really read it. Just held it.<br/><br/>Stepping into the library to go meet Aleksey as she usually did, and which was rather ritual now, Elizabeth crept along the walls of the library rooms, but had paused almost instantly when walking in at the sound that was going through the library. She hadn't heard a piano in forever, and though she had at some point wanted to try it, she hadn't really ever attempted. But again, just from the sound, she was mesmerized and quickly, curiosity getting the better of her, stalked closer to the sound.<br/><br/>Elizabeth had always been mesmerized by the sound of a piano. Her mother had played for a short time, when they weren't moving around, she could remember from when she was young. But before she had had any chance to learn and play, well, her mother had been killed. Though, she was almost positive, she wouldn't have been very good at it anyhow. She couldn't figure how one hand could be doing one thing, and the other hand doing another.<br/><br/>When she saw who was actually playing the piano though, she very nearly dropped her book. She hadn't been expecting that. But, instead of interrupting, she just stood to the side, watching, and waiting, more so listening, and very nearly swaying with the melody being played.