Meet Violet, whose life is fucked up. An absolute royal mess.
But does she care? Nope.
Even if she doesn't care about herself, someone else does.
And that someone is a monster to her eyes.
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As always, there's gonna be violence. It'd be marked...
Horror washed over her as she realized she was actually at the castle. Groaning, she opened her eyes.
The room was different-
She remembered.
The room wasn't as fancy as the room she was given at the castle. The room was simple enough, and kind of untidy. Although the bed was very cozy and soft.
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'Violet?' the voice called once more.
She turned her head around to find the source of the voice.
On the doorway stood a blonde woman with silver eyes. Her eyes were narrowed at Violet as if Violet was the reason she lost her sister or something.
Thus, Violet sat up and tilted her head a bit as if to ask "what?"
'Hey! Hey!' another girl came up. This one had a bright smile on her face. She looked at the blonde and asked Violet, 'Has she introduced herself yet? Oh,' she continued seeing Violet's face, 'Well then! I'm Jessa and this -' she pointed at the blonde, '-is Retisa!'
'Retisa is a weird name,' Violet spoke.
'Uh,' Jessa laughed with an unease posture, stealing a quick glance at Retisa.
'Yeah, we all know that, Violet,' Retisa replied in a bitter tone.
Violet nodded.
'Anyway, time for breakfast! Violet, we are going to take you to the Civlar. That is where everyone comes together for the meals and almost every gathering. It's majestic! You'll love it! Anyway, why don't you take a shower and get dressed? You have around 1 hour to get ready. See ya,' she pulled Retisa out of the room.
Violet sat there for some time.
What. The. Fuck?
What just happened?
Anyway, shower first!
Bathroom*
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It was absolutely perfect. Although she found the idea of having a window around her bathtub to be weird.
Although her quest for now was to shower.
The warm water bid her soothing welcomes. They hugged every inch of her body. This was nice. This was love. This was warmth.
Although the trauma, Violet was indeed aware that her mind was poetic. Describing what happened to her as through immense descriptions. One could say she was crazy. One could say she wasn't.
All she wanted to be, since a young age was everything, nothing. She would be everywhere, but nowhere.
She wanted power. And that power-hungry demeanor slowly took her. Suddenly, she was painfully aware of her surroundings, of her ill minded decisions.
Question 1, tut tut, where the fuck am I?
Well then, now it's time for quest one, she decided. A real quest: Find out where the fuck I am.
