Third Person P.O.V
Violet entered their headquarters and stomped towards her private hallway leading to her private bedroom in the whole area. It was the one place of rest that her nannies told her about on her very first visit to the organization. She loved the fact that they created a safe space for her to be just with herself and relax away from all of the outside mess. Entering the secured room, she dropped down sitting on the floor. Collapsing from all the fatigue the past couple of days brought her.
She was getting tired from all of the mess and her mind was filled with nothing but about her brothers, her insanity, being the queen-mother, being this, being that. Her mind was going haywire and her control over herself was slowly disappearing. Violet wanted to cry and vent out her anger at everything she could see inside her room but her body was too tired that she couldn't do anything but just sit against the tight door and let her legs spread out in a relaxed position.
