The room always spoke of her presence.
The heavy, grunt and elegant sound of boots that the knights wore around her, and the soft ruffles of her long silk dress.
This immediately caught Ymir's attention.
When she stepped fully into view, the difference from every previous meeting struck him like a quiet blow.
Violet looked less like a saintess and more like someone that simply drew prayer toward itself.
A black veil of translucent silk draped her head and shoulders, the same fine cloth flowing with every step, gliding across the marbled floor of the Sanctuary.
Beneath the veil, the soft line of her jaw and the faint shimmer of her eyes remained visible; enough to remind anyone that a living woman still walked beneath the holy fabric.
She stopped in front of Ymir, while her sisters gave way and walked towards the door, along side the knights that stood there to protect them.
For a moment neither spoke.
