"If anyone is cruel to you because of your disposition and generosity, answer his venom with honey."
today I want to tell you of this stranger whom Violet once sweetly called as her master, she so small that it could fit in the palm of his hand, so suitably lethal whose sad and unfortunate circumstance led her to a ship, where fear and terror made her shed blood.
and here was the first meeting, her little hands stained with blood, her golden hair sprinkled with salt and crimson. and he looked at her as one person looks at another with disdain. her little neck between his fingers, and incredibly in his hands the power of death did not work. she was weak with him.
"From today you are mine."
Violet knew Dietfried's gaze like no one else, and he could not look at her in any other way than with hatred and it was that gaze that paralyzed her as an infant.
But today, today it was with those same hands that did not hesitate to twist her neck to murder her that he held her tightly to protect her. She could not help but confuse him, but at the same time she knew it was not him she longed for with all her might, but she was alone in the midst of his memory, in the field he once sowed for her, in the gardens that led to his grave.
her hands reached out to touch the face of the one who had once been her master, and it was the first time she had touched him, the slender metal fingers through her gloves rested on his face "you have been a good boy" were the words that came out of her mouth.
the irrevocable and torture-filled memories while she was his property flickered against her mind at that very instant when Violet with those words forgave him for so much pain. and she could not conceive that her dear brother could reverse their effect and turn her into this being so fragile and so full of kindness.
her lips curved slightly, letting her witness the magic she herself had created, a smile blossomed on the captain's imperturbable face. had this fierce little girl found the humanity she had so warily hidden.
hastily she sat up, taking her hands away from her face "it's getting late, we must go back, it's time for dinner".
the rest of the way they both remained silent, she keeping the secret of her smile and he discovering how wrong he had been, violet was moving something inside him that was unknown to him, as well as the depths of the sea itself, a sea he knew very well.
"Let it hurt, until it can hurt no more."
During dinner they were seated side by side and with awkward movements their hands collided fighting for the same simple spoon, that innocent touch was enough to make Violet's whole body shake, but he seemed too kind " here you go violet" he said softly handing her the spoon.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye, secretly analyzing her, and often found himself looking at her through the windows, looking for her in the corridors to meet her eyes.
something inside himself had found a place and nested without permission inside him. he didn't understand why every time their eyes met, he felt explosions inside him and this heartbreaking desire to run away.
He was no longer the same, not since he had found Violet in the hospital, not since she had found her way into his heart, not since she had uttered those words he had never heard as a child.
Violet was once again a light to a bouganvillea that was lost, violet had become almost like magic, so incredibly amazing and beautiful.
"He touched me and I felt stars"
those days while violet wrote letters for Claudia in the villa Dietfried sat reading by the window in the big library, always watching her out of the corner of his eye. soon they were becoming closer and closer, Dietfried would take her for walks in the violet gardens and let only her and no one else but her see him smile.
for violet Dietfried was becoming more and more the man she longed for and not the other half of him. her heart was replacing with another bouganvillea that loss.
"enlighten me again"