Violet's body fell from a giant indigo-colored hole. She landed on one of the branches, but it bounced her onto another branch. This continued until she fell to the ground with her hair disheveled and covered in leaves. She groaned in pain. Violet's indigo-blue eyes scanned her surroundings—a dense forest with towering trees. As she stood up, Violet fell again because a hole suddenly appeared in the ground she was standing on. She screamed hysterically.
***
The brown-haired girl slowly opened her eyes. The dimly lit room made her body want to wake up from sleep. Unfortunately, the pain in her body was overwhelming. She felt like all her bones were shattered and would break apart any moment. Her pale lips let out a groan, causing a man by the window to turn quickly.
"Violet!" The man immediately approached the beautiful girl with skin the color of light honey. He sat beside the bed—staring at Violet—who wore a confused expression. "Vio?"
Her eyes studied the man intently. His facial features showed a strong, rugged expression, but his lips were so tempting. He quickly blinked his eyes, feeling bold. 'Who is he?' Violet thought to herself.
The man held his breath for a few seconds with his mouth half open, then said in a soft voice, "I'll call your father."
The man's face turned away, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks. He was embarrassed by Violet's unrelenting gaze. He cleared his throat and stood up so that Violet could see his muscular body. He turned around, his black robe fluttering as he walked.
Violet looked around. The room was very spacious, with carvings reminiscent of a bygone era. The carvings on the walls were deeply impressive. On her right, she saw a large wardrobe and a hallway leading who knows where.
On the table next to the bed were several stems of violet flowers whose scent calmed the mind. Violet adjusted her position, now sitting with her head resting on the headboard. Oh my God! Her joints felt like they were about to pop out of place.
Soon, a man appeared and entered the room where Violet was. He was with another man and two women wearing green and white clothing. The man approached Violet and sat down beside her.
"How are you feeling, my child? Your father is very worried about you," the man asked.
"My whole body hurts. But, sorry, where am I?" Violet replied.
Noah de Romaden was slightly startled, glanced at his son for a moment, and shouted at the guard to call the doctor. Violet saw everything and watched closely. She looked at the face of the old man in front of her, so warm and friendly.
"I'm thirsty," said Violet.
Noah immediately fetched the drinking water on the table. After receiving it, Violet looked at the water container, which was so light, and she felt it must be quite expensive.
The doctor arrived in a hurry. After bowing to the man in the black robe and Noah, he examined Violet's wrist. A white light flowed from the doctor's hand to Violet's head.
"Miss Violet is fine, Mr. Noah," he replied.
"Then why did she ask, 'Where am I?'" Noah asked.
"She was just startled and needs plenty of rest. It's nothing to worry about, sir."
Ah, so the old man thought I had lost my memory? Violet thought to herself. She hadn't forgotten, but all she remembered was reading the book her uncle had given her, falling, and voila... she was here—on the bed. However, she dared not say anything. There was also a special emotion in her heart—she had a father.
Fifty-year-old Noah gazed sadly at Violet. He looked back at a handsome man. The man approached Violet and smiled slightly, gently stroking her head. "Have you forgotten me too? I hope not, Vio. Because we just got engaged yesterday."
Violet furrowed her brow. Fiancé, he said? She acknowledged that the man was indeed handsome, with his proportional features: a straight nose, slightly narrow eyes, and curly lips. His hair was jet black with a few strands of shiny gray. However, she felt a sense of dislike in her heart when the man touched her head.
Seeing that Violet didn't react, Noah led everyone out of there, except for the two servants. Both of them bowed their heads, their faces looking afraid, which made Violet wonder. Was her face that scary?
"What are your names?" Violet asked.
The two servants looked up, stared at Violet for a few seconds, then bowed their heads again. "I am Tere and she is Rona, Miss Romaden."
"Go away, I don't need you," Violet said flatly.
"Forgive me, Miss!" The servant named Rona immediately knelt down and bowed toward Violet, while the other looked at her friend in surprise, but soon did the same. "Forgive us!"
Violet tried to get up from her position, even though she knew her body was in great pain, but staying still on the bed would only make her body hurt even more. Rona quickly ran toward her mistress and helped the beautiful girl get out of bed. Meanwhile, Tere was still kneeling on the floor.
Violet's mind wondered, where exactly is the Violet everyone is talking about?
"Get up, Tere! Or do you want me to make you kiss my feet?"
"Whatever you wish, Miss."
Violet sighed softly, releasing Rona's hand from her arm and standing by the large window in her room. There was a flower garden behind it—violet flowers—and also white roses. The two colors blended together, delighting Violet's eyes with the view.
"Go away, I want to be alone right now," Violet requested of her two servants.
Reluctantly, the two servants obeyed, but before they left the room, Rona gave her mistress something. A red flower petal that had been enchanted with magic. This object was used by mistresses to summon their servants. Violet nodded and said thank you, leaving Rona and Tere speechless. It was unusual for their mistress to say those words.
Violet's mind was filled with confusion; where was she now, how had she ended up here, and was this a dream? Was there no one she could ask?
With a slow movement, she opened the large window. A gentle breeze greeted Violet, as if to remind her that what was happening was not a dream. The room was extremely luxurious, vastly different from the rooms in her own home.
Before Violet could process her surprise, she saw a girl with pink hair running toward her from the window, shouting, "Violet, my dear... I'm coming!"
She shouted as if Violet's house were a dense forest. Crazy!
The girl's footsteps echoed loudly, leaving Violet to stare anxiously at her closed door. Wasn't there a servant or guard to stop her? The door burst open, slamming against the wall. The girl ran over, hugged Violet, and burst into tears while laughing.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry, Violet. If only I hadn't followed my father to the village across the river, you wouldn't have had that accident yesterday," the girl with black eyes regretted.
"Accident?" Violet asked, furrowing her brows.
The girl with bright hair recounted the news she had heard from others that Violet had attempted suicide by jumping off a cliff on the edge of the forest. Huh, really?
"But, do I know you?" Violet asked after the story ended.
Hearing her opponent ask that, she felt like she'd been struck by lightning dozens of times. Her body stiffened slightly, her smile fading. Her palm touched her own chest, while her face wore a sad expression. "You've forgotten me?" she asked dramatically. "Goodness, what did they do to you, Violet!"
Violet remained silent, staring at the girl from head to toe. Her style was very glamorous; she was probably wealthy. Violet thought, could this girl be her childhood friend? How lucky she was to be here, with a father and a crazy friend like this.
"I'm Nalina," the girl said. "Your childhood friend."
Violet shook her head quickly. Everything needed to be clarified. "I'm not your friend Violet, but my name is indeed Violet."
"What are you talking about, Vi? You're clearly Violet. Your hair, your eyes, your body, oh wait..." Nalina turned Violet around and forcefully pulled down the zipper of her friend's clothing. She felt Violet's bare back, without the orange dragon tattoo. "You..."
"I was stranded here; I'm from Switzerland."
Nalina's mind searched for the name of the city, but as far as she knew, there was no such city here. "There's no such city in Azeroth. Where are you really from?" Nalina's eyes narrowed, staring at Violet, who had a different aura from her friend. In fact, this Violet was more beautiful, as if there was something that drew people to look at her longer.
With all humility, Violet recounted everything she had experienced, including being thrown from a tree branch. Nalina's face displayed various expressions, sometimes her brow furrowed, her eyebrows raised, and her lips uttered the word "wow."
"Amazing," said Nalina. Her eyes moved upward as she pondered something, then shifted back to the girl in front of her. "I'll ask my father about this. Don't worry, he won't suspect anything."
Finally, Nalina also explained a few things about the land of Azeroth. Like how this land is ruled by a king and queen, there are also nobles, and she also said that Noah is a defense minister. She also mentioned that Violet used to be madly in love with Edgar Novtiglass, the son of Duke Aron Novtiglass and Duchess Lily Novtiglass. Unfortunately, Edgar only viewed their relationship as a mutualistic symbiosis. Nalina also promised that once Violet's health improved, she would come to fetch the girl to take her to the academy.
***
The next morning, very early, Tere woke Violet up. The thin-lipped servant said that Master Edgar was waiting for her in the living room. Violet, still sleepy and lazy, firmly refused the man's visit. After all, he was visiting even before the servants had prepared breakfast.
However, Edgar was a man who did not accept refusals or objections. When Tere said that her mistress still wanted to sleep, the man hurried up the stairs and entered Violet's room with an ominous aura.
"You still want to sleep? I can make you sleep forever, Violet," Edgar said emphatically.
Violet glared at Edgar with a cynical and hostile look. She still wanted to enjoy her soft bed and all the services available in this house. However, it seemed that the man did not like seeing her happy.
"Just go away, I can be with Nalina later," Violet replied lazily.
Edgar's jaw hardened; he rushed toward Violet and roughly grabbed her jaw. They stared at each other, but this time Edgar was startled because he didn't see fear in Violet's eyes. Instead, he saw a furious, angry glare.
Violet pushed Edgar's body away forcefully. Damn it, handsome but rude, pfft! "Listen, Mr. Edgar, I don't remember who you are or how I used to treat you. Don't compare me to the Violet of the past, and don't act rudely if you don't want me to break your bones!"
Unwilling to accept Violet's treatment of him, Edgar moved his right hand, releasing a thin black smoke that immediately bound Violet's legs and arms. The man in the navy-blue robe smiled cynically.
Edgar walked slowly toward Violet, then touched her cheek, which she met with a sharp gaze. Edgar even felt an odd sensation when touching Violet since yesterday.
"I didn't expect you were still alive, Violet. I'll try to kill you again."