[Violet]
The old man's eyes lingered on my hand and for a heartbeat, his gaze locked on the ring. I contemplated withdrawing, in case he perceived my boldness as a blatant sign of disrespect.
Perhaps I should've let myself out instead. Or stayed still like the delicate little thing they expected me to be—but that would make me look even more unfit for Lucien.
Before I could retreat, his head tilted slightly.
"Oh?" He whispered. "What's this?"
"I believe she's trying to link with you, father." came a stiff, clipped voice from his left.
Hildegard Vargsward. The oldest daughter.
She sat tall, spine straight, her black hair tied to mirror her father's. She looked to be in her late thirties or early forties in human age. Her tone was plain, as though she only ever spoke facts.
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