The Shattered Night

59| Violette

Queen Violette of Azaelia walked down the royal halls of her grand realm, and made her way towards the palace courtyard. The flaming orange eyes of torches watched their ruler make her move, and bowed down to the throne in respect. The glimmering silver pillars weaved around the floor like a spiral. Golden chandeliers hung down from the ceiling, each gem imitating a waterfall of wealth.

As the queen of her home took a deep inhalation of air coming from the landscape in front of her, a great emotional swelling overcame her heart like a wave. As she threw the windows open and hurried down the stairs of the kingdom, there was a sudden drive of adrenaline pushing through her veins.

Queen Violette needed to remember. She needed to remember the times before the tipping point of her country. She needed to remember the times of corruption before the recreation of the palace. She needed to remember the history of her enemies, the history of the war. She needed to remember her.

Within the depth of Mother Nature, happiness and love sprouted out from each flower like a blossom about the bloom. The birds of the sky danced a show in the air, while others sang a sweet song. And through it all, Queen Violette knew from the bottom of her heart, that everything was a symbol.

It had been over a year since the death of her dear friend. Piper had been gone from the world for over a year, and Violette still held on to every essence of her. The queen knew that she was not the only one missing the savior of her country, for all the people of the court and all the civilians seemed to have remembered. Legends were never forgotten, since they stay inside of a person. So together, with the help of the survivors of the war, Violette was able to bring a new future to Azaelia, a future carved from the wishes of her friend.

"You're still thinking about her, aren't you."

Startled by the sudden new voice interrupting her thoughts, the queen turned to the woman heading towards her, and smiled.

"Can you still seem to read my mind? You have changed quite a bit yourself, and yet, some parts are always engraved within you like permanent marks."

Adaria raised her eyebrows in defiance. "It seems like to me, the queen has learned to talk back to her elderly."

Violette couldn't help but to stifle a small laugh. "Adaria, you might be my elderly but I am still your queen. No matter what you can say to me, the rules will always play in my hands."

The woman in front of Violette shook her head, and looked beyond the scenery of the bright blue sky. The clouds seemed to have parted while welcoming the two humans of the earth below them.

"Don't try me with that charm, Your Highness. Even if my magic is gone, I can still tell as clear as glass what that face of yours is saying. Don't try to deny it. We all miss her."

"Is that so?"

Violette couldn't help but to question what she was hearing. Although she did acknowledge that Adaria had left behind her sin to become a new person, there was never any relevant connection between her and Piper. Sure, Piper had helped lift the weight of New magic off the woman's shoulders, but that was for the sake of the whole world.

"That girl was something special," Adaria murmured, her gaze lingering. "I have to give her credit for her determination. She was a strange one, but you know how it is. The crazy ones always get the job done better."

"I was able to understand that, the very moment I met her." Violette tilted her head to the sky. "I have to say I was a little wary at first, but it was the kingdom of lust back then. We had a terrible ruler. Now, everything has changed for the better."

Adaria lifted her gaze away from the trees, and her surprised eyes met Violette's own. "You seem to hold high standards for yourself."

Queen Violette nodded, and made sure her tone was in a mix between pretentious and trustworthy. "Of course I do. The queen may never rest. She always has important work to take care of."