Violet wrapped her slender, fragile fingers around the silver chalice on the table. Her voice trembled with a carefully orchestrated politeness, pitched so that the entire hall could hear her.
"You are living in my future for a past that I cannot recall, Vespera." she said.
Her tone was patronizing, as if she were granting me a grand favor. "Even if I do not remember my memories, I know in my very soul that these moments, this castle, and this man belong to me. You are merely a temporary custodian. The truth, sooner or later, returns to its rightful owner. I respect you because you are Varg's sealed mate, but if you fail to respect me as the mother of his heirs, I am afraid this will not be a very long-lasting relationship."
