A Painting of the Villainess as a Young Lady

“I’m sorry. Maybe some other time.”

Violet was cold to them.

Wanting to rest alone, yet constantly approached by people. It was as if they were lining up one after another.

They were brave. Considering everyone regarded Violet as the crown prince’s lover and the future empress, they still kept coming.

Was it just youthful innocence driven by pure affection, or was it a desire for power?

If it was the former, it was none of her business. If the latter, she was honestly impressed. Could they really think such ugly thoughts as wanting to become the empress’s paramour someday?

‘Well, none of that matters.’

Violet left ambiguous hints to those who approached her. Thus, her admirers retreated easily, promising themselves a future opportunity.

Of course, Violet had no intention of conversing or dancing with them, even if given the chance.