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[color=FireBrick][b]Location:[/b] [/color]Tea Party
[color=FireBrick][b]Time:[/b] [/color] Sola 23 
[color=FireBrick][b]Mentions:[/b] [/color] Roman [@ReusableSword] Prince Wulfric [@SilverPaw]
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The air hung heavy with the scent of roses and secrets as the guests continued to filter into the event. Violet carefully reached for the tea that the attendant had arranged before her. Her long, pale fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the cup to her lips, unsure of how her palate might react to the drink. Sipping the soft, floral tea, she found it lacking, neither satisfying nor quenching her. With a hint of disappointment, she set the cup back on her plate, crimson lips stained with a smile that concealed her true nature.


Her attention shifted to Prince Wulfric, probing for answers she was not yet ready to reveal. As he sought factual information, Violet's guard surged, the shadows within her growing darker and more enigmatic. Suspicion loomed in her crimson eyes as she pondered his intentions, detecting no clear purpose behind his inquiries. It was as if he sought to wield the knowledge he sought as a weapon—a weapon that might be turned against her, her family, or perhaps for something far more ominous.

A deadly dance of deceit played out within her mind as she weighed the consequences of divulging her secrets. She possessed knowledge that surpassed what most knew, but something didn't sit right in her mind. Her instincts warned her to withhold her truths, for sharing them might lead to devastation and chaos and she wasn’t ready for that.

[i]Yet.[/i]

Amidst the dimly lit garden, the King's speech was interrupted once more by Prince Callum's commentary, providing Violet with a moment of silence to carefully choose her words. With an air of detachment, she thought of how to reply to Prince Wulfric, trying to conceal her unease. 

The recent attack in the park had revealed that there were malevolent forces plotting against her, their motives shrouded in uncertainty. Violet considered the possibility that Prince Wulfric's suspicion of her father's enemies might hold some truth. However, the clues were but fragments of a  puzzle, still leaving her wandering aimlessly in the shadows of her own past trying to find them.

[color=firebrick]“Yes, such a relief,” [/color]she said rather bluntly, her tone was void of much emotion.[color=firebrick] “ I can feel the relief of people as we speak,”[/color] she said sarcastically as the eyes of strangers still lingered on her, creating a sense of unease for Violet as she reached for her tea once again. 

Before she could continue her conversation, he seemed to lose interest in her, captivated by his family's own squabbles. Violet couldn't help but feel an eerie sense of déjà vu as if this was not the first time he had abandoned a conversation prematurely.

Faking a smile as Prince Wulfric departed.[color=firebrick] “Of course, please enjoy your morning.”[/color]

Violet was left alone in the midst of the unsettling event. The people around her were a reminder of the temptation that haunted her. She took a breath, attempting to suppress her ravenous thirst for the sweet, coppery essence of life pulsing within them. She knew better than to indulge in such a feast in the presence of so many witnesses, but even then the idea of blood and another person. It caused an overwhelming sense of disgust to flood over her. Drawing a long sip from her tea, the taste of blood still lingered on her lips, teasing and tormenting her with its haunting flavor. Oh, how she craved more of it, It lingered in her belly like a quiet animal slumbering. She feared it may wake at some point and that stirred a lot of fear inside of her. 

[i]Could she control the beast that lurked, and did she even want to control it?  [/i]

While sitting in contemplation, her lips still lingering against the teacup as she held it in her hand, her attendant returned back with a letter.

[color=firebrick]“ Lady Damien, This arrived for you earlier in the morning. I felt now would be the best time to share it.”[/color] He held it nervously in his hands as he fiddled with the edges of the sealed envelope.[color=firebrick] “ With your lack of - with your eyes…”[/color] he stuttered on his words unaware of how to delicately speak to her regarding her ailments. 

[color=firebrick]“Yes, please just open it and read it to me if you don’t mind.”[/color] Violet interrupted the stuttering boy. He nodded and did as she asked opening it up and unfolding the letter inside. 


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[color=firebrick][i]“To Violet Damien,

I would like to invite you to our celebration of the Summer solstice this evening. At the western most part of Lover’s lake is where You can find me leading our ritual to my gods. I believe it may be something you would enjoy.

We can talk more if you like, I have been thinking about what you said the last we spoke. I don’t know what’s going on but I would like to help in any way I can even if it's just to be a kind shoulder to lean on.

Please don’t be discouraged, healing takes time and if you would allow me I will be there every step of the way.

Yours Truly,
Roman Ravenwood “ [/i][/color]
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The boy paused as he read the last line, feeling slightly uncomfortable he awkwardly read it out loud however his voice dropped to a slight whisper in fear someone would overhear.  

[color=firebrick]“P.S. Your scars are still beautiful and they don’t diminish your worth.” [/color]

A genuine smile spread on her lips as the boy set the letter on the table beside her teacup. Violet placed a hand on the letter securing it by putting it inside the small bag that she had around her hip. Her mood seemed to change slightly but faded as she remember that ball she would need to attend. 

She wondered if Lord Ravenwood would attend her father's event or if she would need to somehow sneak away. Either way, she would find a way to see her friend. 

[color=firebrick]“Please fetch me a paper and a quill so I may respond, would you mind delivering this letter to someone who can be sure Lord Ravenwood would receive it?” [/color]

The boy nodded [color=firebrick]“ Yes Lady Damien”  [/color]and with that, he scurried off.[/color]