the despair is replaced. instead, dread is a new flavor to her tongue.
❝ ... why? why would you think—? ❞
she remembers too well now ( and wishes it was the opposite ) the feeling of seeking for her mother’s warmth. the gentle, candid light deirdre used to envelop her. some theorized it was the holy blood but, what did nobles know? they understood nothing. they had always been the ones in power, condemning the whole continent into a bath of blood. if she had grown up, lived the life she’d been born into — would she have been the same?
a puppet left ignorant towards the masses’ suffering.
❝ not having your memories, who can blame you for that? it's not your fault! ❞
THE WHAT-IF IS PLAUSIBLE. her biggest worry as a child had been simple, carry flowers with julius and bring them to their mother, their clothes dirty and covered in mud. princess julia had been a happy, carefree child, too innocent to survive in the world she was thrown into too quickly. the orphan lewyn picked up had callouses on her hands now, tries to find her place in the world, as she mourns for a family long gone.
❝ forgive me... i didn't meant to be harsh. i... i was once the same, i lost my memories when i was a little girl. ❞
the words are barely controlled, the pain slips through them. she understands ( more than anyone ) being an amnesiac, growing up without a sense of who you truly are. the sense of loss of being a whole individual.
the bards will sing of a holy maiden of the forest. she dreads the day it comes, people praise nonsense and attempt to erase the humanity. julia wants to believe in the woman of flesh and blood, the one who put her out of harm’s way, the person who had loved her.
❝ but... you aren’t burden. you aren’t. please, don’t think you are. ❞
i won't allow anyone call you that. i refuse.
@nagablooded ; continued from here.
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