Violet was the only one who thought that way. As the employees were looking at Roen, their gazes had a subtle gentleness to them.
Mary put down the saucers in front of the brother and sister.
The small girlâs thoughts were clearly stamped across her forehead. Violet sighed inwardly.
This little maid sometimes acted foolishly.
Violet was thankful that Mary was always sticking out for her, but it was extremely dangerous. Violet made a mental note about later teaching Mary what she could and couldnât do.
âSo, what is it that you want to say?â
Violet asked then sipped her cup of tea, which was still tasteless. Roen followed and likewise sipped his tea, then immediately put down the cup.
âYouâve changed a lot.â
ââŚYouâre here to say only that?â
âNo, itâs only the start.â
ââŚâŚâ
Though Roen was smiling gently right now, there was an air of mystery to that smile.
Violet hated Roenâs manner of speaking.
âDid you change after you got confined to this place? Or did you choose to be confined because you changed?â
ââŚJust get to the point.â
âWe havenât even been talking for long. Donât you think itâd be a shame if I got to the point right away?â
Violet briefly pondered whether she really should hurl tea at Roenâs face.
But her reputation had barely improved lately. Throwing tea at someoneâs face wouldnât be a good idea.
She set down her cup quietly.
âThereâs a rumor going around that youâve changed. That youâve finally come to your senses, Violet.â
ââŚâŚâ
âBut at your core, you still havenât changed. You still hate Aileen, you still donât like me, and you still despise Elder Brother. Still the same.â
ââŚWhat are you getting at?â
âItâs simple.â
Roen took another sip of tea.
In the past, Violet would have already exploded in anger, asking about who it was that dared to serve tea like this to a ducal lady. That is, tea that tasted like dirty water squeezed from rags.
ââŚWhat made you change?â
Roenâs green eyes turned to Violet. Subjected to that searching gaze of his, Violet laughed in vain.
âIt is you, Brother, who said that I havenât changed. Yet youâre asking me what made me change.â
ââŚI worded it wrong.â
âIf you insist on saying the same things, just go back andââ
âWhat did I⌠No, what did we do that made you change?â
Clatter.
At that moment, Violet paused sharply.
The only one who couldnât understand what Roen was saying was Mary, and she stared wide-eyed.
ââŚâŚâ
âYou harassed Aileen terribly. You never changed before, even when we were children, even nowâŚâ
The tremor in her fingertips began to subside.
Violet realized why Roen had come to see her.
You came all the way here to talk about that?
But the question remained on her lips, unsaid.
Besides her realization, her emotions began to fluctuate.
âThen it must be us, not you.â
ââŚâŚâ
âIâm here to talk to you. But itâs you, Violet, not me whoâs going to tell the story.â
âRight now, you.â
âTell me your story.â
âWhat story are you evenââ
ââŚIâm sorry for being late.â
Clatter, clatter.
The teacup trembled endlessly in her hand, which had lost strength.
Even if she told herself, âItâs okay, itâs okayâ over and over for a long time, there was no effect.
Roen smiled. It was not a fake smile, but a smile that carried sincerity.
âIâm here to apologize to you.â
* * *
Of course, Roen was kicked out.
After bluntly saying, âThere is no story to tell,â Violet kicked out her older brother and went up to her room.
It took a long time to tell the story to even Mary.
The wound was still open, and it was undeniably difficult to dig through that wound once again to bring back her memories from those days.
It hurt so much to remember them now, even though she knew that sheâd have to look at that wound one day.
So, she had turned a blind eye to her open wound. She refused her older brotherâs apology.
But Roen had apologized first. Violet wouldnât be able to ignore him for a long time.
Even if sheâd have to dig through an old, long-standing wound.
âMary.â
âYes?â
âWhat should I do at a time like this?â
âUm⌠Iâm not sure either, Milady.â
Mary also couldnât give an answer. Violet turned around to face the knight, who was standing there silently.
Zylo wouldnât be able to give a normal answer, thatâs for sure.
Yeon Ha-yoon, who was inside her, asked.
Should I hear him out first?
But the one who answered was the hurt child inside of Violet.
I donât want to.
Itâs not necessary to accept his apology. No, itâs difficult to consider that as an apology in the first place.
Wasnât he one of the people who cut her down repeatedly with his vicious words?
Violet briefly pondered the possibility that Roenâs actions were calculated.
Itâs a well-deserved supposition.
If Roen couldnât be called âcalculatingâ, then who else could?
In the end, for the sake of getting the right answer, Violet herself had to know what she wanted.
What was it that she wanted from Roen? And, what was it that those people wanted from her?
Forgiveness? Easier said than done.
All she wished was to live the rest of her life without seeing those people.