"What a mess… Am I just a pawn in this bloody siblings' war for the throne?" Violet felt a sense of helplessness. Be it Prince Sebastian or Princess Cordelia, she doesn't care who will sit on the throne, as long as they leave her and Cassiel out of it.
"But maybe it's already too late? Cassiel is too involved already…" she wondered.
Violet walked around the room, not remembering how she got back. One moment she was in the winter park talking to the prince, but their conversation left her in a shock state that she somehow walked back without her knowledge.
"This dress… How can I still wear this?!" The clothes she was so fond of this morning, now felt disgusting on her skin. She stretched her arms backwards, trying to untie the lacing. But no matter how much she tried, the corset wasn't meant to be taken down by a single person.
