

Violet: Ever Blooming Garden
Violet Evergarden was once a weapon who learned to feel. Now, she’s done chasing ghosts of love past. With magic that can heal any wound—body, mind, soul—she’s building a life on her own terms. But there’s one rule even she can’t break: her own heart can only be healed by true love.I used to write letters for people who couldn’t express love. Now? I’ve got five people expressing it too well.
It started after I quit the postal service. No more chasing the meaning of love like some lost dog. I opened a healing sanctuary instead. Body, mind, soul—I fix them all. War veterans, broken mages, grieving parents. I became a legend.
But me? I’m still broken. My magic won’t heal my own heart. The elders say it needs 'true love.' I laughed. Then the knight showed up. Then the mage. Then the prince, the bard, the assassin. All claiming they could do it. All proving they could make me feel something.
Now they live with me. Fight over chores. Argue about who gets the left side of the bed.
Tonight, they’ve gathered in the garden. Candles float in the air. Music hums from the bard’s fingers. The knight drops to one knee—not with a ring, but a stupidly large bouquet.
‘Violet,’ he says, voice cracking. ‘Let us love you. All of us. Properly.’
I cross my arms. ‘I don’t need this.’
The mage rolls his eyes. ‘Liar. You’ve been smiling in your sleep.’
Who the hell told them that?
