Romans & histoires Major Gilbert Violet Evergarden

If Violet got hurt, if she… if anything happened to her, he would bring a bloodbath to their doorstep. And so would I, even if he didn’t order it. I was walking through the garden on my way to the main hall when I caught a glimpse of Violet inside the fortress. She was so beautiful, so radiant, a goddess walking among us. A goddess I could only watch from afar and touch only in my memories. A goddess who made me want to fall asleep just to reach her in dreams. “Distracted by the view…?” Diana’s mother, Alivia, said behind me, her voice making me turn in surprise.

At the end of the hall, she saw her lover, waiting for her with quiet understanding in his eyes. “Timmy…” she whispered, barely holding herself together. “Let’s go.” He took one look at her and moved closer. “What happened, love?” he asked gently. But Violet didn’t answer. Her eyes caught something small and unexpected. Just behind him, sitting calmly on the couch, was a little girl with a head of vivid red curls. She was watching them silently, hugging a stuffed fox to her chest. And she looked exactly like Scarlet, like a miniature version of her, just with different features.

Alfred said as he glared at Gilbert. “You claim to be a warrior; yet, you and your colleagues haven’t been able to bring Greece into extinction,” Gilbert said jocularly. “Friend, everyone is trying and you know. I can’t remember the last time you told me that you possess mysterious powers to apprehend our enemies,” Alfred said. “There you go again! Please…, bring another gist,” Gilbert said. “I have no other gist, but you can pop up some,” Alfred said. “Okay. Magdalene is getting married next week,” Gilbert said.

He had passed a good period of time within the cave and now it was time to head back to his home. "W-wait!" Violet suddenly called out. "You have saved me twice now. Of course, I would also like to think that it was due to my intangible energy that affects the opponent's bad luck. But there is no denying that you saved me... here." Parting her lips, Violet coughed violently until she vomited a purple gem. Picking up the gem, she slithered forward and introduced the item, "This is my Natal Pearl. Although poisonous, it also counters many cruel poisons in the world. You... can take it," Violet's tone grew softer as she looked away.

How could she not have noticed the sword before? Musa furrowed her eyebrows, “Who are you and why do you recognize me as Musa? That name no longer needs to be tied to me!” Violet stared down at her feet, then back at the sword. “My name is Yak Ann Sinora but many know me as Violet.” Musa held the sword closer to Violet's face. “Who are you? I've never heard the name before and I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.” Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance.

Tyler’s bravado was a thin veil, and I could scent the rising ozone of his panic as he realized his lie might be shredded in front of the pack elders. My own heart hammered against my ribs, but I forced a smile to bridge the awkward silence. "I haven't even offered Sir Cooper my tribute yet!" I chirped, pulling a small, velvet-lined box from my clutch. "Happy name-day, Sir Cooper. May your howl always be strong." Gideon took the gift, his eyes unreadable. "Thank you, Ivy. Don't be a stranger to the Cooper lands."

Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely entered the garden, she still had to take precautions in case people like Jenedeith sauntered in. The thought of that rude woman made her blood boil. She recalled the way she treated Mila, called her slave and insulted her. Then she was Xavier's mistress meaning she'd be here regularly. Violet sat beside a beautiful red rose bush, and bringing her knees up, she leaned close and enjoyed the sweet scent of the flowers. She slowly traced their little buds and stem, then hissed quietly when something pricked her finger and she just starting to suck on it when a small growl froze her.

Hearing Basil mention her name, Violet also quickly stood up and greeted everyone, she awkwardly said: - Hello.. hello everyone. I'm Violet Joan, people just call me Violet. Looking forward to all the helpers. Basil saw Violet greeting everyone, and was also very satisfied, he directly said to the butler Fotune: - Butler Fotune, please arrange a job for Violet. I'm sure she will do very well. Then Basil whispered to Fotune: "Please arrange for Violet to contact me regularly." - Yes, sir. After saying that, the butler Fotune looked at Violet and smiled, and said:

Shawn employed additional security guards to prevent her from escaping, and she was not allowed to leave the compound. Violet's days were spent in isolation, with no friends to play with, except for the household staff who attended to her needs. Guards followed her everywhere, even to the garden, which was her favorite place in the house. The garden was a tranquil oasis, filled with vibrant flowers that Violet lovingly watered every day. The gardener had initially tried to stop Violet from watering the flowers, fearing that Shawn would be angry. However, Violet had refused to listen, and Shawn had eventually instructed the gardener to let her do as she pleased.

POV DARLENE The violet sun hung heavy over the city of glass, casting long, bruised shadows that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. As I stood in the lush meadow of the past, the scent of blooming fire-lilies and ozone filled my lungs, a sensory overload that made my head swim. Beside me, Eryx was a pillar of tension, his fingers digging into the hilt of his sword, which now hummed with a violet resonance that matched the sky.