"Nonetheless," Nirmal said, "it's a known fact that the more coloring one has, the closer they are to royalty. As you can see with the previous queens, their hair and eyes were mostly—"
"Purple," Violet finished.
"Purple is the Fifth God's color," Nirmal continued. "Most fae give thanks to the goddess when they birth a child with purple hair, eyes, or even skin." She paused, scrutinizing Violet, her gaze lingering on the purple roots of her hair before following the black lengths down.
"…Although you," Nirmal clicked her tongue, pity outweighing admiration, "I suppose that's enough for a half-breed."
Violet's spine straightened.
In a quick motion, her purple wings unfurled, snapping open and claiming most of the room as the air stirred violently.
"I think this is enough purple," Violet said coolly. "Any more than this and I might actually throw up."
Nirmal only nodded. "You make a fair point."
