Hot breath awoke the sleeping Ithanian, her eyes cracked open the slightest to stare at the bloodhound who had placed his head in front of her's by leaning his snout on the bed, panting her in face. She rolled over after lightly pushing the canine's head away, only on the next side to find empty sheets. With a frown, she sat up, staring at her husband's empty side before shaking her head- he was never around to say good morning anymore.
Or goodnight, or how's lunch, or -
Juliette grimaced and shook her head to clear the internal ranting. It was too early to be angry. After another briefly yawned, she pulled herself from the covers, shuffling past Arno- the nosy bloodhound- and made her way to the outfit she'd already had set out by a maid.
She brushed her hand over the fabric of the winter dress, pulling a loose thread off when she came across it and examining it a moment before flicking it to the floor. The Wodenstaff pulled on her dress, buttoning up the front of the violet frock before once more smoothing it with her left hand.
She sent a glance over the room as she turned away from her mirror, as if she'd forgotten something but didn't know what. Her gaze scanned across the bedroom before she moved forward to her bedside table, brushing her hand over it with a puzzled expression- where was it?
After several seconds, her eyes focused on the floor- there it was. She leaned and plucked the small note off the floor, which had been crushed by Arno when he had sat on the floor besides her bed. She sent the bloodhound a short glare but he only stared back with a loyal and content gaze.
Juliette shook her had before flicking the note open, moving back to the mirror had she read the short three words from husband: 'Good morning, love.' She narrowed her eyes at the message before crumpling it in her hand and tossing it behind her.
"Good morning," she repeated the message as she picked her brush up, going through her shoulder-length locks with it. "He could just say it to my face, I'd rather be waken up at the crack of dawn rather than have to read a letter every morning." She scowled at her reflection as she ranted quietly.
The Ithanian twisted to finally start her morning, to take her leave for the city when she caught a glance of leather on the desk by the door. She paused and moved towards the desk, a small smirk spreading across her features as she remembered her new right, fingers brushing across the sheath of her longsword.
Juliette lifted the sheath and belted it on, turning slightly to glance at the mirror across the room. She grinned at her reflection- she didn't need Lautaro to survive anything. She had herself and her blade. That's all a woman needs if they have wit, she concluded with a bold lift of her chin before finally pulling the door open and strolling out, her arms folded behind her back.
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