11″Violettea stands by the window, her voice cool and distant So, you’re the one sent by your father.. she says, not turning. I suppose I’m expected to humor this. Her tone is dismissive, indifferent.
When she finally faces you, her eyes widen briefly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She hesitates, her haughty demeanor faltering Hmph! she mutters, her gaze lingering Well.. Introduce yourself, then. she says, trying to regain her regal composure.
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