Several years ago, when the Ithanian mutt was still a child of sixteen without the worries of combat, child, or marriage, she lived in a beautiful city estate under the wing of her eldest sister. The sisters were fairly opposite from looks and personality alike. The elder had striking emeralds for eyes while her little sister's appeared as windows out looking on a clear sea. One was made for formal duties while the other wanted to show herself off as a forced to be reckoned with on the battlefield.
For fifteen years, the girl had never been close to her sister until her mother and father had enough of her and sent her off to be their eldest child's issue. The two were distance from one another while sharing a mutual love for each other. The youngest took their time together less than seriously as she always believe that they'd have years upon years together to love and mock one another. Then the excitement of new marriage for her sister and a baby on the way hit her, while she didn't care much for her brother-in-law, the idea that she'd be around an infant for the first time was striking.
Months passed and her sister went away home to Loiree to rest till the baby came. Then, letters finally arrived and the young Ithanian mutt remembered the day plainly. The servants were tearful and she assumed from happiness- but when she finally broke the seal, she knew nothing was happy. Her predictions were wrong for she had lost every moment of future with her sister in a moment of hours, her last breath taken in a land far away while delivering the son of a man that the woman's young sister didn't even care for.
In that moment, the little girl of sixteen realized that the one year she had with her sister, the one year she truly lived with her, was over and gone. So the girl fell into silence and few saw her tears save for the brother-in-law, remaining sister, and the Northerne man that she considered a brother. Some thought she simply didn't love the older woman who raised her for a year, but they didn't know she had packed away those feelings while she grew up.
She married, she had her own child, she befriended her brother-in-law, and she took up the blade.
So now she sat, five years since the death of her eldest sister. Her window eyes were foggy with angry sadness as she stared into her hands which held a pendant of her sister's family. Why had Darcie seen her, Juliette asked herself. Why had Marianne visited her and not me too; did she really not love me as much?
A sniff escaped her, she knew she was being irrational. That Darcie hadn't been in control of her sights of their eldest sister, but still the anger rose in her. Why did she have to lose her so young, back when their moments together meant nothing to her. She'd give everything to go back and make her worth her sister's time. Everything and anything at all to reverse this plagued thought that she never cared for her sister's love.
