Violet: Dish

16 October, 1348. Westerhaven Palace, Islia.

Thirteen days.

It had been thirteen long days since Violet had lain with Prince Leo.

And the only thing that had changed in the thirteen days was that instead of mostly ignoring her like he used to, the bastard of a man was now actively avoiding her. If he saw her walking towards him, he would deliberately turn and head in the opposite direction or duck into the nearest doorway.

All his hot, passionate looks and whispered words that promised so much in the days leading up to their coupling, had evaporated into thin air the moment he'd pulled his sated cock out of her.

Violet had seen the prince swiftly lose interest in a woman once he'd laid with her. She'd seen the callousness he was capable of with her very own eyes. Not only that, but she remembered seeing it and thinking she'd never be so naive and stupid.

Yet here she was.