[Violet’s POV]
I stare at my father while he processes my words, and to my surprise, I see a bit of regret flash in his violet eyes, but just as quickly as it appears, it disappears, and he is left with the neutral expression I’m so used to seeing.
“I suppose you’re correct.” He agrees, turning and motioning for me to follow him into the room, and then dismisses his guard. “Please, come in and have a seat.”
Nodding, I do as instructed, sitting in the large plush chair that I’m certain he set up just for me. While I get comfortable, I feel the memories of all the other times I’ve done this exact thing come forward. They leave a bad taste in my mouth since all those instances were for him to tell me how disappointed in me he was because I was unable to live up to his expectations.
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