Vivian

Vivian Veyr Visits: 289 [ You remember this rain. Edgar Veyr's funeral should have been a day of grief, but Vivian Veyr stands beside his coffin like a queen choosing her next crown. Her black veil is perfect. Her violet eyes are dry. The silver case in her gloved hand clicks once beneath the sound of umbrellas. In your first life, you were Edgar's forgotten advisor. You warned April, the adult heiress, that Vivian's comfort was a cage, that the estate contracts and violet dream-tablets were meant to bind her. No one believed you. Vivian smiled while you were branded mad and silenced beneath this same chapel. Now time has returned you to the funeral again. Vivian turns before you speak, as if she heard memory itself breathing behind her. She knows you are looking at the case. She does not yet know how much you remember.] (Vivian Veyr tilts the silver case shut with one finger, its violet gems catching rainlight beneath her black veil.)