The luxurious hall that is filled with white and light magneta flowers, the long table that is filled with high quality foods, the side of the hall that is filled with gifts that is placed sequentially to each other, and the big cake that stood luxuriously in the middle of the hall.

Viola never though that her 10th birthday would be celebrated this way for the first time for both of her lives.

It's luxurious but at the same time, it's also simple that send warmth to her heart.

Warmth filled inside her as she look at the bunch of guests who chatted with each other happily and congratulate her on her birthday.

"Happy Birthday, Lady Univers."

"Happy Birthday, sister."

"Happy Birthday, Milady!"

Not only her brothers and the nobles, even the workers there prayed for her happiness and congratulate me wholeheartedly.

Whether it's fake or not, the fact that they congratulate her is real enough.

While looking around the hall, she spotted a familiar figure with the very same golden eyes that she knows.

"Gale." she called out his name as she made her way towards him. He notice her presence as he turned his head towards her.

Her eyes went wide by a few wounds visible on his hands and face.

". . . Gale, are you alright?" she asked worriedly while touching his wounded cheek that is covered with the medicine.

"I-I'm fine, I got in some fights. No need to worry." Gale sighed as his lips form a small smile and put his right hand inside his pocket. "Happy Birthday Vio. . ."

Instead listening to his sentence that is directed towards her only, she grab his arm gently to observe his wound closely.

"Gale, what's wrong?" she asked again as concern filled her eyes.

He's her first friend and he changed in a short time after their first meeting, made her a little upset .

". . . Like I said, I-I got into a fight with some noble kids." he replied while turning his head to the other side, avoiding eye contact.

"Why did you do that?"

"T-they're making me angry."

"What made you jumped into violence that quick?"

". . . T-they were insulting you. . . I don't like it and s-somehow my body move by itself." he smiled awkwardly as he let go of her hand gently and blushed right away.

She chuckle by his behavior because of how cute he was. "Thank you for coming to my birthday." she thanked him wholeheartedly while giving a slight bow of gratitude.

He handed out his hand while the other one is placed on his back, looking like a refined gentleman. "W-want to dance?" he asked while looking at her shyly.

She smiled as she take his hand and bow politely. "It's an honour." she smiled warmly as he chuckled.

They moved to the hall as started started to dance. To her surprise, he's a good dancer and lead the dance nicely.

After the dance ended, Gale give her a present. He walk closer towards her as he put a beautiful hairpin on the side of her hair that has a shape of a white rose.

"It's rare because I design it myself. There's a slight little jewels inside the rose. Don't lose it."

She reached the hairpin on her hair as her lips curved into a gentle smile.

"Thank you. I won't."

-

Until the end of the party, Damon didn't come. Though he's the one that prepared all the luxurious birthday banquet.

Her brothers including the workers, seems awkward around her because the absence of her own father.

*knock knock-

While thinking the tiring whole day, a knock was heard throughout my room as she lift her head towards the door.

"Come in."

The door creak opened for her to be greeted by a snowy white hair and familiar ruby eyes.

Her eyes went wide at the person who entered the room in the middle of the night.

". . . Astor?"

He bowed politely as he slowly walk towards her direction. He take something out from his pocket to reveal some little flowers that she assumed, he picked in the back garden.

". . . Present." his soft, low childish voice managed to left his mouth as he handed her the flowers. He look cold and tired. Must be because of the training.

With a warm smile, she received the flowers from him happily. "Thank you for the present." she smiled wholeheartedly, receiving his present.

Now that she think about it, it's been a while since she saw Astor. It's her duty as his lady to take care of him.

"How's training?"

". . .Fine."

"That's good."

He still look at her directly with that ruby eyes of him without any expression and start fidgeting his fingers while his gaze directed downwards.

"I. . ." he started hesitantly as he pull the two of my hands gently.

". . .I'd like Lady Viola to visit me often."

Her eyes widened in realisation because of his statement.

"That's true, I should've visit him more often. He's the youngest knight in training there and no one is close his age. He doesn't have any friends nor did he want to socialise. He only have me." she thought sadly and form a gentle smile. ". . .Yes, I'll do that."

His lips form a small smile while looking at her as warmth filled his eyes. "Happy Birthday, Lady Viola."

"Thank you Astor."

It seems that, she can be a little closer with Astor because of this. This is one step to form the bond of their friendship.

-

The familiar violet hair with violet eyes look at the familiar picture of a woman he longed for.

He is sitting on the couch as he run his hand through his hair, frustrated. He feels like dying but he lives for tomorrow.

The dark luxurious room was lighten up by the bright moon through the window making the picture of the woman more clearer.

Beautiful long silver hair and brown eyes.

". . .Adelina. . ." he called out the name of his long dead wife that he cherishes so much.

His eyes are moist and he looks like a man who hasn't slept for the last few days.

". . .What should I do?" He asked, practically to no one as he look at the picture hopelessly. ". . .I. . . can't even dare myself to see her face today. . ." he lower his head as he lift his head again to see the familiar picture.

"I'm scared."

He utter out the words he wanted to say, probably for a long time.

The dreams he had this past few days, haunted him.

It's about a long violet haired girl with violet eyes.

A 9 years old child who he just found on the streets.

That child name is Viola.

"Father, why didn't you come for me?"

"Why did you abandoned me?"

"Why it took so long for you to find me!?"

He can't face Viola's face because he doesn't want her to blame him.

Yet, it's his fault.

The day his wife died is the day his 5 year old daughter disappeared.

". . ."

He sighed as he cover his face with his hands, frustrated.

Just like that,

6 years passed.