Violet Blooming in Patronage

"Didn't father warn you?"

As the boy disappeared, Esselmond looked at her and said. At the cool words mixed with criticism, she shrank her body. He seemed angry. From their point of view, he was in a situation to be angry because they could have lost her to the temple if she contacted with that boy. She looked up at him with tearful eyes. She was scared of this person. When she saw the flashing sword, her fear grew stronger.

She still remember the Kingdom Army. People around were brutally murdered. There was still a sword in his left hand. It was a weapon that could kill a person. She was terrified. Seeing that expression, he somehow shut his mouth. When he reached out, she shrugged and avoided his hand. He sighed quietly.

"If you want to stay here longer, I will stay with you."

He said so and took a few steps back. It was like reassuring wild animals. Nevertheless, she never wanted to go back inside the mansion. There must be women there who laughed at her. No, most people would be laughing at her. Even when she heard the stories of the maids, she wept bitterly and passed them over. But now, Violet couldn't possibly go back there, she wasn't sure. Is there anyone who congratulates her on her birthday? She sat back down and hugged her knees. When in the world will this end?

When she was beaten by grandma Goth, there was still hope that it would end when grandma Goth was exhausted. After begging her for her submissive wrongdoing, and after she was beaten, the sisters were still nicer to her, and grandma Goth would give her candy once in a while. After beating her, her situation got a little better. But now she seemed to be constantly being beaten. And it seems that the beating will never end... Then despair came again, and tears flowed down her face. The cool winter wind blew through her body.

Then something warm wrapped around her back. She raised her head. He was staring at her. Her face couldn't tell what he was thinking. After all, he must be one of those people. Isn't that why you kicked Finn out? She felt rebellious. But she couldn't afford to throw that overcoat away. That's why she was scared. She was so scared of the sword that Esselmond was holding. The weapon committed to her life struck her, and he seemed to stab her at any moment. As she was crying for a long time, suddenly his voice came in. When they first met, his voice, which was in his metamorphic stage, had already subsided, and he sounded like a man.

"Are you planning to bloom all the flowers in the garden?"

She looked up at the words. She thought it was snowing, but it wasn't. Spring flowers blooming on trees that did not fit the day were falling to her. Obviously, the season was winter, and a cool breeze was blowing, but flowers were blooming. There was also a yellow rose blooming behind Esselmond. She noticed that green grass was sprouting around where she was sitting. She didn't know what to say, and as she blinked her eyes, tears fell and fell on the grass. Then the flowers in that area boasted a more intense fragrance.

"......"

She got up and looked around her, forgetting her fear that she was in front of Esselmond with the sword. Gorgeous flowers, but flowers that were not trimmed by the gardener's hands, began to bloom and show off their fragrance. The cool smell of winter had disappeared, and the bare tree was covered in green clothes.

"Am I like that...?"

She muttered. When she placed her hand on the bud of a pure white rose next to her, it bloomed with joy, as if a puppy had met her owner and flirted with her. She looked at her own palm. There was nothing in her palm.

"You shouldn't waste your power here."

"I know."

She responded defiantly for the first time. She didn't realize she did it. So how do I control it? The thought made her angry. She hated the first young master. To be exact, I was afraid rather than hated it. It was even more so when she saw the sword, and she never wanted to get close to him.

She took off the coat and handed it to him. Wearing only a shirt, he must have been cold. Besides, she didn't really want to wear the coat he was wearing. He looked at her with a scary face. Her heart sank into it, but because of her strange stubbornness, she held it out to take it. She didn't want to owe him anything. She remember him pointing a sword at a strange and beautiful boy. If the boy hadn't revealed that he was a priest, no, somewhere other than here, if she wasn't the saintess, she'd probably die at the touch of his hand. As a young woman, after the deaths of Lina and Rose, she realized that their lives were not as precious as she thought. She remembers those who brutally murdered women, claiming to clear out the remnants of the bandits. Perhaps the man in front of you over there is one of them.

"You don't intend to catch a cold."

She didn't like that honorific either. She didn't like the feeling of always keeping a distance like that. Looking at her with quite stern eyes, she just avoided his gaze. In fact, it was scary to see his deep blue eyes staring at her.

"Do you regret not following the priest earlier?"

The words were sarcastic mixed with his tone for the first time. She, who felt even worse at the words, replied with resentment.

"Yes, I regret not following him!"

She shouted like that and ran back to the other side. In fact, she ran not here to run away from him, but because she was really afraid of Esselmond. She really thought she would follow that boy. Obviously, she hesitated, but she didn't hold the hand because the beautiful boy was a priest. Maybe if it wasn't for the priest, she would have held it. She really does what he says, but she doesn't even want to meet him, so why does that first young master always look unhappy when he sees her? She just hated everything. But his steps were chasing her. She ran faster and faster in fear, but soon she was caught in the waist by him.

"Let go, let go!"

She struggled. She was kind of angry. He hugged her waist with a pretty scary look, but she wanted to run away. Please, I wanted to get out of here. Not here. It's weird. It's so scary. She wept. And where tears fall, grass grows. Now that she look at it, silver light permeated and disappeared from the place where the tears fell. He looked at her face and sighed quietly.

"The gardener is going to have a hard time."

She heard him mumble. Even though she was crying, it felt wild to worry about the gardener without any consolation. Daniel wouldn't do this, but why do you always talk like this?

"Let go of me! I hate you the most!"

She said. He seemed to pause for a moment, but soon he took hold of his arm even more tightly. He held it so tightly that all the contents in her stomach seemed to come out.

"Know that it's impossible to get out of here, as long as you've already decided to stay here."

"I hate that honorifics the most!"

As she spoke boldly in evil, he was silent for a few seconds before he spoke.

"Then it seems like it's something each of us wanted, so I'll tell you. You can never get out of here, and you can't go back to the temple."

"Let me go!"

"And I will not let you go."

At his cool voice, she trembled with fear, but the feeling of being caught in his side was quite bad. I'm not even a luggage, how can you hug me like this?

"I have seen your foolishness, so I hope you act in honor even for father."

My eyes were strange when I saw him as a prince, how could I see a man like that as a prince? Oh, what a funny look would it be to see it from the back? I'm sure someone will laugh at me again. She covered her face with her hand in shame. She hated the man who hugged her. She even thought that she was treated like a luggage because of her low status. She was so angry that tears continued to fall. Even in the midst of this, the earth that received her tears was excited and bloomed flowers, and from where they went, a thick smell of flowers came out. She wanted him to put her down, but she could not resist properly, even though she said she didn't like it because she could be stabbed to death by being so careless with him. In stride, they passed the garden. Tears gradually dried up in the cold air.