The woman stared into her reflection, drawing in a slow and steady breath. She'd awaken with a start that morning, cold for a moment with sweat from the terror that interrupted her dreams. The nightmares by these years were beginning to lessen, luckily. Her hand lifted to gently brush back a long bang from her eyes, reflection showing her pale skin was no longer such, beginning to tan again despite the cold months to come.
For years, since the birth of her daughter, Juliette had suffered. She'd closed herself off from the world and seen herself as someone just barely above the current, struggling to stay afloat. Her husband had held her hand, lead her forward and she knew, deep down, that she wasn't going to give up in the end. The woman's husband wouldn't allow her, nor her friends or the thought of leaving her daughter motherless would allow her to take any tragic steps. The Ithanian would never consider something like that anyway, death was not something she took lightly.
Her fingers weaved into her dark bangs, pulling on them briefly before releasing them. Her handmaid knocked faintly on the door, entering soon after and beginning to lie out her lady's outfit, chattering quietly about the comings and goings so far that day. The half-Ithanian lifted her arms as a dress was pulled over head, allowing herself to be turned so that the buttons could be done up, her hair was brushed until it was silky and then twisted up.
"Lady Juliette, I believe now is your time to get going," said the servant gently to the Wodenstaff. She paused before nodding, a smile pulling onto her face- a real smile- and she moved from the room. Her feet carried her down the hall with attentive clicks of her shoes. She paused by the nursery door, rapping her knuckles on it and holding an ever happier smile as the door came open, the nanny within releasing the young, dark-haired girl from the room who was no older than three.
Juliette leaned downwards and lifted her daughter into her arms with a loving warmth, kissing her forehead lightly before murmuring in her mother tongue, "Matty, do you want to visit your Aunt Lizzy with me?" The little girl clunked her head against her mother's and stuck her fingers in her mouth despite the usually reprimanding she'd receive for that from the nanny before nodding. The woman smiled and nodded her thanks at said nanny before turning to carry her daughter down the stairs and out of the house.
For three years she had been bought down by the unnatural sadness following her daughter's birth. For three years she had locked herself away from love and success. Those years were over, that was what Juliette told herself as she entered the carriage, sitting her little Mathurine besides her. Those years would never return. She was ready to heal now, she was ready to live again.
OOC
Juliette and Lautaro (+ their daughter) have aged up three years for reasons, this is just a sort of story to show change for Juliette as well as show that they've gotten older. <3
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