Then, after a short moment, the music finally began to play, and Primrose swore on any God she could name, it was beautiful. Even more beautiful than any orchestra she had ever heard in her life.
Both Primrose and Edmund froze on the spot, staring at the music box like it was some kind of truly fascinating object.
And honestly, the music box was indeed interesting. It was an ancient item, something that might have been made thousands of years before Primrose was even born. Yet for some reason, the melody felt strangely familiar to her, like she had heard it over and over again in the past.
But from where? She couldn't even recall a single orchestra that had ever played a melody like this.
And it seemed she wasn't the only one who felt that way, her husband clearly thought the same. That strange mix of familiarity and distance made Primrose's skin crawl, so she quickly shut the music box.
"Husband," she said softly. "Are you sure this music box isn't some kind of magic item?"
