Underneath a sky of grey, beneath the golden shimmer of dawn's break, came the end to the violet's child tale.
The nation of Astra would wake to a morning unprecedented, to a kingdom without its rulers, to a people without their king.
Princess Riona would be known as the sole survivor of the massacre, discovered alone in the Queen's private chambers, embraced in both the arms and blood of her parents' lifeless bodies.
As for the perpetrator, they were never caught, they would never be known to the world, with the only evidence of the culprit's identity being that of a small purple shred of fabric left behind, and the princess' own harrowing recollection of the events.
"She looked just like me..."
The play finally came to a gloomy end, concluding with an unseen narrator's telling of a rumor in a village faraway of a young figure girl cloaked from head to toe in violet that could be seen amidst the scene of a nearby forest's green… seemingly alone forevermore.
