It was a rainy night, as Jocelyn Ravenwood had just left from a local couple's home. The air had an aura of pain, grief, and loss surrounding it. The couple had been expecting their third child, and the labor was sudden. Many hours of the woman being in excruciating pain and complications, she had delivered a stillborn son. It hurt Jocelyn to see the couple suffer this much grief and loss. Even as a midwife's apprentice, there wasn't anything she could do to help ease the agony they felt over the loss of their newborn. It wasn't something completely new to her, but it was still hard to bear when it did occur.<br/><br/>As she made her way to her home, the rain had plummeted onto her head and shoulders, soaking her. Her thick, wavy, chocolate colored hair had dropped into a mop of stringy, wet, tangled hair. The white dress she was to wear at births was stained with blood, and it was clinging to her body. It had truly set her mood for how the rest of her evening would turn out. She had to return home as soon as possible, in order to clean the bloodied sheets and clean her dress before she was to turn into bed for the night.<br/><br/>Earlier the day, she had an unexpected visit from her fiancé. The mere thought of this man caused Jocelyn's insides to churn with disgust. Even though it was against her nature to hate anyone, she could clearly say she hated this man. He had pursued her for years, and it was now that her father decided to consummate an engagement between the two. Much to Jocelyn's disapproval, she would be married in six months to the man known as Edgar Carlisle. He was half a decade older, but none the less despicable. Always drinking, never taking responsibility for his actions, rather sexist. He believed women were here to take care of house work, birth children, and act as simple trophies to their husbands. It was a belief that was beginning to be challenged in this time as more women were doing midwifery, prepping cheese, making beer, and so forth. She clearly remembered Edgar chuckling as he ran his fingers through his shaggy, short, brown hair as he made it clear that once they were married, Jocelyn was forbidden to continue her work and was restricted to being a housewife, and a mother. Her family knew she didn't want to marry this man, but forced her into it due to social status, and the fact that they were low on money and needed all the financial help they could get.<br/><br/>Once she had made her way to the small home, she opened the door, and walked in. It was eerily quiet, but that was to be expected at this dark hour. Much like a small field mouse, she scurried to the nearest lamp before setting fire to the small wick inside, illuminating some of the space in the home. Her parents, and sister were asleep in their rooms. Much to her surprise, her mother had left out the wooden washing bin, and had it filled with water and what she assumed was a stone basin to help remove stains. A sigh escaped the woman's lips before she placed the bloody towels into the bin. She also removed her dress, and placed it into the water also. She was in her undergarments, and rushed into her sister's room. The two sisters had to share a bed and share clothes as well. She found her off-white, aged night wear and put it on before retreating back to the wash bin.<br/><br/>After what seemed like an eternity of rinsing and scrubbing with the basin, the towels and her dress were suitable to dry. Unfortunately, the storm would have to pass before they could hang up and dry in the morning. The tired woman let out a stiffling yawn before sitting at the kitchen table, and laying her head onto the table. The soothing sounds of the pounding rain, and thunder invited her into a deep slumber that would last until morning. Quickly, she spoke her evening prayers before drifting off.