Third Person POV:
On her bed, Queen Violet sat with Lucy nestled comfortably on her lap.
She glanced at Lucy through a large mirror positioned opposite the bed, gently combing Lucy's hair with a golden comb.
In a hushed tone, Queen Violet whispered to Lucy, "You and I are the same."
Lucy sat on her thighs like a doll, showing no reaction.
"Chosen by the gods, we are their vessels, meant to be worshiped in their stead."
Letting the comb fall, Queen Violet shifted to her fingers, closely examining Lucy's hair.
"The vessel of the nameless God is doomed to an early death. That is why your mother perished."
Firmly grasping Lucy's cheek, Queen Violet shifted her head, turning Lucy's face so their eyes met.
"The symptoms are emerging: your body temperature is spiking, and your mana is slowly depleting. Unless this stops, you will perish, and the Nameless God will seek a new Vessel."
