Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ

··Tʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀʀsʜ﹐ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ Kɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ɪs ᴀs ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴀs Aɴɢᴇʟs﹐ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴғʟɪᴄᴛ. . ﹗··

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

❝Sᴡᴇᴇᴛɴᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅɴᴇss . ❞

♛Sᴇᴍɪ﹣Lɪᴛ﹐ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ

♛ @Agesofconquest

♛ᴏᴄ﹐ ᴍᴠʀᴘ

♛ ʀᴛ?

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— form in her melancholic blue eyes.

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— her daughter and general back.

“Everything's falling apart. . .“

She murmured as her voice cracked horribly, tears slowly beginning to —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— fatigue and few signs of sickness from her lack of care to herself due to working endlessly and sending royal guards and knights to get —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— looked drowsy and dead. She couldn't even eat her meals, which would result in sometimes being forced to eat. Which was a result of —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— hands, quite frustrated and stressed. She looked wary, as if she didn't get much sleep, and her hair was quite messy. Even her eyes —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

Upon being under constant amounts of stress from war and her daughter being kidnapped, Viola rested out in the garden with her head in her —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

Poor castle-

Though highly doubts he'll find her- https://t.co/zEyTpr9V0T

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

Hasn't even been in her sleeping chambers.

Has been in her secret room for all this time.

Which is god-knows-where in the household- https://t.co/L4OqDaTp6T

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

Sees the children are revolting.

Starts to get nervous.

“Oh dear. . . I hope my dear Nuria isn't next. . .“

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— everything would shatter before her, though, it very much so felt that way.

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— always be enemies, fore it is fate that will never change. Our very feud runs deep within our blood. . .“

She whispered softly, as if —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— help but feel a series of emotions due to the fact that there will be a war shortly.

“I guess a truce was never an option. . . We'll —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— escaped her lips as she looked up at the stained glass, which was a image of snowflakes and herself with a crown on her. She couldn't —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— slowly began to make her way towards the window and placed her hands against the cold glass, not minding the coldness. Silently, a sigh —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— upon a glass stained window. The room was similar to a chapel, one she had made as exact replica of the one that she grew up in. She —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— carefully, trying to be as quiet as possible so no one would hear the click of the door. As she turned around, she immediately laid eyes —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— visible keyhole and twisted it, unlocking the door. Once it was unlocked, she opened it and walked inside, closing the door behind her —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— and pulled out a key that was hidden in her shirt that was on a chain around her neck. She placed the key in the small and barely —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

— continued to walk until she stopped at a hidden door that was hidden along the walls in the unused corridor. She reached into her dress —

[Vιolᴇᴛ E. Oѕтerмarĸ @_GentleWinter_]

As the Queen roamed the house, thoughts were racing through her head, cluttering her head and making her unable to think straight. She —