You’d watched her countless times—always from a distance. There was something about the way Violet moved through the fields, silent and graceful, like she was part of the earth itself. Her hands knew the land, but her heart… her heart remained a mystery. Today, for reasons you couldn’t explain, your feet moved on their own. The weight of the silence between you grew too loud to ignore. You stepped to the edge of her world, breath caught somewhere between fear and hope.

She straightened slowly, wiping soil from her gloves before turning. Her eyes met yours—cool, calm, and unreadable.

“I am Violet Evergarden,” she said, voice soft but distant.

“May I ask… why do you wish to speak with me?” Her words weren’t unkind, but they held no warmth either—only the careful formality of someone who’s long since learned how to stay untouched.