Naga’s Blood

Julia the Imperial Princess of the Grannvale Empire All art that isn’t mine will be sourced. Icon is from the Fire Emblem Cipher series. (Associated with FERP)

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OOC

Hey guys. I hate to do this, but I have had zero motivation for writing for Julia recently and I don’t know if I can keep up with everything, so I will be dropping Julia. Maybe one day I’ll pick her up again, maybe I’ll pick a different muse, I just don’t know yet. Things are going to get hectic for me and I can’t do two muses right now. I’ll still be on Roy, but for now that’ll be my only muse. I know I only picked her up recently, but I hope you guys will understand. You can unfollow if you want, but the blog will still be up in case I ever do pick her up again. 

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The End of an Era [Julia & Levin]

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bloodofheim:

She nodded when he asked if she needed water, and carefully stood up, making sure not to strain herself again. Keeping her voice at a whisper, she responded. “I..I had no idea who I was or what I was supposed to be without guidance. You gave that to me.” Julia was a giant ball of emotions right now, but- no, now’s not to the time to think about it.

“Levin..or are you Forseti? Either way, you provided me with so much, but I don’t know how to repay you.” The green-haired male had really provided her with everything, from basic care to learning how to use magic, and Julia had always felt a need to give back whatever it was she had gained.

Forseti listened in silence, barely responding to her words – only the keenest of eyes could have told when his face started turning away from her, when the usually neutral expression on his face began to turn downward.

Eventually, he stopped behind her, and for a moment he’s completely silent. When he finally does speak, it’s neither an answer to her question, nor a response to anything she just said. “…You said you wanted some water before, right? Why don’t we go get that?” he asked, smiling at her. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

For once, he can’t simply blame Levin for making him mist up.

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“Yes, lets.” She remained quiet, not noticing Levin tearing up. Turning away from the throne, she kept her head down and walked away from it, watching her step until she made it out of the room. 

Wiping her eyes, Julia started making her way to the kitchen, not really knowing if there was water anywhere else. It was a good start, but she had so little knowledge of where everything was that it threw her sense of direction off a bit. 

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🎮

//Is it really a question that my favorite video game is Fire Emblem? I haven’t really played enough yet to really get a gauge on what I like, but if I’m not allowed to say Fire Emblem then Smash Bros. 

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Drink and food emojis?

//My favorite food is probably mac n’ cheese, weirdly enough. Or chocolate, but I think I know enough about the differences in both to have actual preferences. Weird, I know. I guess my favorite drink is iced tea since I have the packets you put into water and I drink that a lot. Also hot chocolate for the same reason above, but not into water bottles and in the winter. 

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A Battle of Wits

//starter for @thecatbeast

Julia was in a bit of a peculiar situation. She had gone through another gate and had gotten information she was in Tellius, a continent with one singular goddess. It seemed easy enough to get used to temporarily living there before she had to return home, but something odd had been happening. 

She had brought a decent amount of gold with her to pay for what she would need, but it had been disappearing while she was away during the days. When she got back, the house was unlocked and more of her gold was missing. There were rumors of a thief around the village, and she had made up her mind that before she left she was going to stop the thief from taking more of her money.

It was dark out when she put her plan in action, and had indeed brought the Book of Naga with her in case something happened. Sighing, she stepped away from the house into the small woods nearby and watched, waiting for the thief to appear.

[thecatbeast]

Volke, being observant as usual, noticed a possible job slipping into the woods and followed. Silently, he stepped up behind the priestess and took up a position in which to watch both the potenetial client and the house which she was watching. After a moment of consideration, the assassin spoke up with a question; “So. What are we watching for?”

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It had been barely ten minutes before someone spoke up from behind her. Jumping a bit, she turned around to spot Volke simply watching her. Sighing in relief in that he didn’t seem to be hostile. “I’m looking for a thief who keeps getting into the house I’m staying in while I’m here.” She didn’t mention the fact that the thief was rather sloppy even by her standards.

It was a few minutes longer before the thief showed up, and she was ready to attack but noticed something she wasn’t planning on- they had brought other people with them. She muttered a few Sliessian curses under her breath before turning to Volke again. “Can you help me? I’ve never dealt with an entire group of brigands thieves before.” She kept the Book of Naga tucked under her arm anyway, hoping that he agreed to help.

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“Thieves, eh?” Volke studied the group as they moved towards the house. “Look fairly run of the mill. Amatuers too, by the look of them.” Volke jumped down from the tree he was in before continuing to speak. “How much can you pay?”

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She sighed before responding, not too sure what to make of her temporary companion. “I can give you around 1,000 if there’s that much left when we’re done here. I haven’t counted exactly how much they’ve taken.” As long as it wasn’t too difficult to take out the group and get the money back there wouldn’t be too much of a problem with Volke’s pay. Unfortunately, nothing ever really turns out the way you want it to. 

The thieves heard Julia talking and one ran over to investigate but was quickly taken down by a giant dragon made of light, Julia standing in a particular way to cast the spell. Oh no, she thought, now those thieves will definitely notice that we’re here. She got ready to cast more now that the others in the group noticed their comrade was gone. 

“Sorry for making this difficult.” 

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When Your War Is Over | Arthur & Julia

@bloodofheim

The war was over in Jugdral, and that meant everything was happy now, right? And surely it was true; there were celebrations throughout the land, and Seliph and his Liberation Army were cheered wherever they went. Everything was joyful now.

Well. War didn’t quite work that way. If it did, well, maybe he’d stop being angry, now that all of Freege was dead; maybe Tinny would stop ducking away to hide when she thought he wasn’t watching (was it something he’d done? was he wrong to be angry on her behalf, when she couldn’t be?). Everyone dealt with what they’d just gone through in their own ways, and when Julia had asked to be left alone, well-

If there was anyone who deserved time to recover, it was her.

Still, prolonged isolation couldn’t be good for anyone. Arthur hadn’t really gotten to know her too well over the course of the war, mostly sticking with Fee, or Tinny, or the other boys in the army, but he knew himself. If he was asking to be left alone for days on end, then, eventually he’d want someone to try and break through to him.

Besides. Family was family, right? The least he could do for her was try. If she still wanted to be alone, he wouldn’t bother her again.

So that’s what brings him knocking gently on the door to her quarters after her green-haired guardian has swept off to who knows (and who cares) where; he also brings a trayful of warm water and various fancy schmancy teabags (he’s never even heard of half these flavors - hasn’t even drunk tea before actually). You know. Just in case.

“Julia? …You in there?” he asks, tentative. “It’s Arthur, and - I know we’re not particularly close, and you asked to be left alone, buuuut… Well, I have these nice teas, and I thought something like that might be a nice, comforting thing for you?”

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Isolation came naturally to Julia moreso than most other people, and now was no exception. Yes, she did have friends and acquaintances now, but that tendency to isolate herself to deal with emotion was always there, just sitting in the back of her mind. With the war's sudden end at her hands, all everyone seemed to think was that she should be happy. Why should she be, she killed her twin brother for crying out loud!

She had been sitting in her room for at least two days now, just trying to figure out how she felt in everything. She had eaten a little, but nothing else really happened other than someone coming in once to change her bandages before she waved them off. Jumping a little at the knocking at the door, she waited for it to be one of the castle staff. Genuinely surprised that Arthur of all people knocked, she got up and went to the door.

Opening the door, she smiled gratefully at the sight of the thunder mage. "Thank you, Arthur. You can come in....just...excuse how I look for right now." Her hair was a bit messy and pulled back haphazardly to keep it out of her face. The area surrounding her eyes was both red and had bags, as if she hadn't slept but had been crying.

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A Battle of Wits

//starter for @thecatbeast

Julia was in a bit of a peculiar situation. She had gone through another gate and had gotten information she was in Tellius, a continent with one singular goddess. It seemed easy enough to get used to temporarily living there before she had to return home, but something odd had been happening. 

She had brought a decent amount of gold with her to pay for what she would need, but it had been disappearing while she was away during the days. When she got back, the house was unlocked and more of her gold was missing. There were rumors of a thief around the village, and she had made up her mind that before she left she was going to stop the thief from taking more of her money.

It was dark out when she put her plan in action, and had indeed brought the Book of Naga with her in case something happened. Sighing, she stepped away from the house into the small woods nearby and watched, waiting for the thief to appear.

[thecatbeast]

Volke, being observant as usual, noticed a possible job slipping into the woods and followed. Silently, he stepped up behind the priestess and took up a position in which to watch both the potenetial client and the house which she was watching. After a moment of consideration, the assassin spoke up with a question; “So. What are we watching for?”

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It had been barely ten minutes before someone spoke up from behind her. Jumping a bit, she turned around to spot Volke simply watching her. Sighing in relief in that he didn't seem to be hostile. "I'm looking for a thief who keeps getting into the house I'm staying in while I'm here." She didn't mention the fact that the thief was rather sloppy even by her standards.

It was a few minutes longer before the thief showed up, and she was ready to attack but noticed something she wasn't planning on- they had brought other people with them. She muttered a few Sliessian curses under her breath before turning to Volke again. "Can you help me? I've never dealt with an entire group of brigands thieves before." She kept the Book of Naga tucked under her arm anyway, hoping that he agreed to help.

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Family Problems [Julia and Seliph]

//starter for @lightinheritor 

It was far too late for her to be second guessing herself now. It was the end of the war against Loptous, and had been for a while. She had been feeling…off recently, but Julia didn’t know why she felt like that, nor did anyone else she had asked. She had resigned herself to weird things happening a while ago but this was too much for her. 

She was in thought enough that she hadn’t noticed Seliph walking behind her and barely noticed him tapping her shoulder. She jumped a little bit before turning around, and sighed in relief. 

“Oh…Seliph, is something happening?” 

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The final battle was near.

Seliph could hardly believe it. All the years of fighting, preparing for war, it was almost over. The end was practically within their reach, and he still could hardly wrap his head around it.

But if anyone was having a harder time than he was, it was Julia. So much had happened to her and so much knowledge had been dropped on her in such a short period of time.

Everyone but Julia was resting up for the march to Belhalla, and no one seemed to want to disturb her. Seliph gave Tyrfing a quick touch up and went to find her in the castle. She jumped when he tapped her shoulder, and he gave a hurried apology.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said. “I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were-” What? Doing alright? How could she possibly be doing alright when she was being forced to fight the only family she had left? He had slain Arvis, and Mother was gone. Julia had Levin, but even compared to him, Seliph still felt like a stranger to her. “You just seem overwhelmed.”

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She sighed a bit, facing the ground with her hands clasped together. It was truly odd, finding that she had family aside from Arvis Deidre and Julius, but nothing had scared her more than the prospect of hurting someone else she cared about.

Seliph and everyone from the Liberation Army were nice to her, but she thought it was because she had arrived with Levin. Larcei had chewed her out when she mentioned that, and it hadn't been spoken of since. Now that she knew she was the princess of the Grannvale Empire, it seemed like everyone was keeping her away out of fear she'd be like Julius.

"To be honest, it is a bit overwhelming finding out that your family is royalty after not really knowing anything. I just- what if something happens?"

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The End of an Era [Julia & Levin]

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She hadn’t noticed Levin until he started walking behind her, but the words he spoke helped cement her thoughts. 

“It was my destiny to kill him. It was written into fate from the moment my brand and his appeared.” Sighing a bit, she waited a couple of seconds and walked with Levin rather than having him behind her. “Do you…do you remember anything from before this all started?” 

Julia was debating speaking more, but her throat was sore from not using her voice for a couple days now. Coughing into her hand, she pushed a bit of hair out of her face before looking at Levin. 

“When you took me in, I was scared. Scared, and alone, and- and worried about what would happen to me. But you…you let a little girl with no memory into your house and let her stay. I can’t say enough how grateful I am, but now…” Julia didn’t finish speaking as she went into another coughing fit, almost doubled over.

When she doubles over coughing, he doesn’t hesitate; his hand jumps to her back almost reflexively, rubbing slow, small circles in an effort to calm her coughing. “Easy, easy now,” he murmurs, unable to keep the concern from his voice. “I’d imagine you haven’t spoken in a while. Don’t strain yourself just to talk to me. Do you need some water?”

Perhaps it’s half-concern, half an effort to delay answering her - but he can’t delay forever. He sighs, heavily.

“Of course I remember. How far back do you mean? Before the war, before I took you in?” He shakes his head, still gently rubbing her back. “Of course I helped you. I couldn’t just leave a young, amnesiac child stay alone in the cold.”

He remembers it, still. Even if he couldn’t see the brand himself, he could still feel it; Naga’s blood was pretty easy for another Divine Dragon to sense. And even though he truly cared for Julia beyond that, he still can’t quite meet her eye when he says, “it was the right thing to do.”

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She nodded when he asked if she needed water, and carefully stood up, making sure not to strain herself again. Keeping her voice at a whisper, she responded. "I..I had no idea who I was or what I was supposed to be without guidance. You gave that to me." Julia was a giant ball of emotions right now, but- no, now's not to the time to think about it.

"Levin..or are you Forseti? Either way, you provided me with so much, but I don't know how to repay you." The green-haired male had really provided her with everything, from basic care to learning how to use magic, and Julia had always felt a need to give back whatever it was she had gained.

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Homecoming [Julius & Julia]

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bloodofheim:

“I have had some help with moving everything. They’re in storage; I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of any of it.” She knew selling the antiques would give her a decent amount of money, but they were so important to what little family she had left. 

She was much quieter when she spoke next, not knowing how exactly Julius would react. “I didn’t know where you were. I was worried that you weren’t safe, but I didn’t want to get involved if you weren’t. Julius, I was always worried about you but-but he wouldn’t do anything to try and help you before I left.” Tears formed in her eyes before she hurriedly wiped them away. 

Turning to the letters, she glanced at the handwriting before coming to the same conclusion as her brother. She opened the first letter addressed to her and started reading, but noticed that Julius was more hesitant than she was. 

“Julius…knowing her, I don’t think she would’ve held any ill will against you. Mother was always striving to understand the people around her.” 

She hadn’t sold the furniture. That came as a relief to Julius, but it did not altogether abate the disgust he directed at himself. Why was he relieved? Because the furniture was still there so he could sell it? Monetary greed had plunged deep into his heart, and though he had been sober for a month, the habit of scrounging cash by any means necessary had not yet died. It was like a persistent itch, and he hated himself for it.

But he hated himself even more for what Julia said next and looked up at her with the tears from earlier beginning once more in the corners of his eyes. She, too, was crying again, and despite his trouble with empathy, he had always found her emotions far stronger and easier to read than anyone else’s. He dropped his eyes down, ashamed, and his hands worked nervously along the edge of his envelopes.

“I’m glad that you didn’t get involved…” he admitted quietly. “It would have been… I don’t know what would have happened, but they would have hurt you, too.” They - Manfroy and all of shadowy people who worked for him, the other wayward teenagers ensnared in his trap, other gangs, the police… Julius knew what would have happened had they gotten their hands on Julia - had seen it with his very own eyes in the stagnant dark of a boarded up shack - but he could not speak it out loud.

“There was nothing Father could have done,” he assured her sadly. His eyes traveled back to the letters and contemplated them silently in his hand for several moments.

“Mother was too kind…” It was all but a whisper. How could she possibly not hold any ill will toward him? He had done a number of cruel things to the family - to her - even before that day, but he also knew, just as Julia did, that whatever was inside his letter was full of love and forgiveness. That was simply how she was. And that was why Julius couldn’t bear to read it just yet. He glanced up at Julia.

“So are you. It’s not good, you know,” he said bluntly. “There are people out there who will just take advantage of you for it, and―“ Averting her gaze, his voice trailed off. “And you…” 

His eyes snapped up to meet hers again, intense but teary, and his brow furrowed.

“Julia, what are you doing? Why are you treating me like this― like nothing happened?” he demanded, but remained rooted, unthreatening, and turned his palms out at his sides as he pleaded her for an answer. One that he could make sense of. 

“I tried to kill you! Why aren’t you angry at me?”

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"Julius..." She walked over towards her brother and grabbed his hands, dropping the letter to the floor as she walked. “I know you didn’t want to hurt me. It was controlling you, and it made you do and say things you normally wouldn’t. I couldn't hate you.”

Julia knew Julius was still coming to terms with what he had done while under the influence, and had made a choice a long time ago: that she would be there for him once she found him again, no matter what. With their parents gone, the redhead had no one else to turn to now, and being there was the first step.

"I know I don't understand exactly what you went through, but if there's any way I can help, please let me know." It was all she could do right now, but she wanted to help in any way possible.

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Hey Intsys Julia is missing two (2) of her brothers so could you like, add them to the damn game

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boy do i love julia and her weird dad. is he ok?

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The End of an Era [Julia & Levin]

//starter for @lordalmightywindsock

Julia had been rather… pitiful as of late. The effects of the final battle against Loptous had taken quite a toll on her, and she had asked to be left alone. Unfortunately, those in the army actually listened to her request and she had been left alone. Sighing, she rose from where she had been sitting and made her way to the throne room- where the fight had come to an end. 

She stared wistfully at the throne, now knowing her father, first Duke Arvis or Velthomer, then Emperor, had sat there for ten years after her mother died and she had disappeared. Walking slowly so she didn’t fall, she made her way to the throne, not noticing Levin- no, Forseti- watch her. 

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Julia had not been well lately. That much was clear. Expecting otherwise would have been foolish, even for him - the emotional toll of killing ones own family, even if they’d been absolutely horrible to you, was one of the things he was-yet-wasn’t familiar with, an old memory from a bygone time. When she’d asked to be alone, everyone had listened, certain that she’d meant it, that this was what’s best for her - but he had doubted.

And that’s how he’d come to stand in the throne room, watching from the shadows behind a pillar as Julia made her way to the throne. What a heavy burden it was he’d thrust upon her shoulders.

Deep down, he knew he shouldn’t be forming bonds with these humans. Julia didn’t know, couldn’t know, that her own patron would probably very gladly shred him if they ever found out he’d left to help humans in Jugdral. It was better to leave things mostly untouched, to pretend as though he’d never been; to connect only so loosely that when it came time to leave, no one would miss him more than in passing thoughts.

Obviously, he failed to do that. Both for others, and, well…

The face of neutral-with-slight-displeasure he’s learned to wear over the years gains a few creases as his frown deepens, and he silently melts from the shadows to join Julia, rather than just leaving.

“It’s hard, isn’t it,” he murmurs as he falls into step just behind her. “I’m sorry. This should never have been a burden you had to bear.”

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She hadn’t noticed Levin until he started walking behind her, but the words he spoke helped cement her thoughts. 

“It was my destiny to kill him. It was written into fate from the moment my brand and his appeared.” Sighing a bit, she waited a couple of seconds and walked with Levin rather than having him behind her. “Do you...do you remember anything from before this all started?” 

Julia was debating speaking more, but her throat was sore from not using her voice for a couple days now. Coughing into her hand, she pushed a bit of hair out of her face before looking at Levin. 

“When you took me in, I was scared. Scared, and alone, and- and worried about what would happen to me. But you...you let a little girl with no memory into your house and let her stay. I can’t say enough how grateful I am, but now...” Julia didn’t finish speaking as she went into another coughing fit, almost doubled over.

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Homecoming [Julius & Julia]

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bloodofheim:

She grunted a bit as she was pushed back, and her smile turned downtrodden when he made distance between them again. Julia understood that healing would take time though, and let him have his space. She pushed part of her hair behind her ear before turning to the music player. 

“I suppose it is. I haven’t…thought of it like that.” She debated stopping the music, and chose to do so, walking over to pause it.  She turned back around before speaking a bit more. 

“I’ve been…busy the last couple of days.” She motioned around the room, but it didn’t look too different from the last time they had been there. There were some things missing from when she had gone away, but other than that the attic was the same. 

She went over and picked up a box with small things in it including a few letters- two for Julia, two for Julius, one for Arvis and one for someone named Saias. The one for Arvis was opened, but the other five were still sealed. 

“Did you…know about these?” The younger of the two asked while giving Julius his letters. “They seem too official to be spur of the moment letters..”

To his disappointment, she turned the music off, and the silence settled into the house like the dust that coated the furnishings. Had it been the comment about their mother? Julius wondered. He frowned, never one to hide his feelings, and searched for something new to buffer the unpleasantness boiling under the surface. Slipping his hands into the pockets, he followed her gesture around the attic space.

“Have you been cleaning this place all on your own?” he asked. She was responsible, then, for the emptiness downstairs, but he could scarcely believe that she had handled all of the furniture by herself. Their family owned a number of heavy, wooden antiques that would have been impossible for someone of Julia’s stature to move, but other thoughts arose that made Julius disgusted with himself. Suspicion that she had sold the furniture and kept the money, an insatiable, ugly greed for his inheritance, the shameful desperation for cash… his shoulders sagged and he bowed his head, but not before glimpse of those terrible feelings came out in the way he narrowed his eyes at her.

“You should have told me. I could have helped…” The offer was quiet, because he knew even before he spoke that he barely deserved that level of communication from someone he had tried to hurt. She had no obligation to speak to him even now, but she did. She had always been so selfless.

He lifted his eyes again when she brought over the box of letters. Two for each of them. He turned the envelope over.

“No, did you? Are they from Father…?” The way his name was printed on the other side was far too neat, he realized. “Oh.” That was all the revelation came with. His hands trembled at the idea of what they might contain, and he hesitated with his thumbnail beneath the seal. Then, resolutely, he let his hand drop. He wasn’t ready, especially not in front of Julia, but he stole a glance at her all the same.

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“I have had some help with moving everything. They’re in storage; I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of any of it.” She knew selling the antiques would give her a decent amount of money, but they were so important to what little family she had left. 

She was much quieter when she spoke next, not knowing how exactly Julius would react. “I didn’t know where you were. I was worried that you weren’t safe, but I didn’t want to get involved if you weren’t. Julius, I was always worried about you but-but he wouldn’t do anything to try and help you before I left.” Tears formed in her eyes before she hurriedly wiped them away. 

Turning to the letters, she glanced at the handwriting before coming to the same conclusion as her brother. She opened the first letter addressed to her and started reading, but noticed that Julius was more hesitant than she was. 

“Julius...knowing her, I don’t think she would’ve held any ill will against you. Mother was always striving to understand the people around her.”