FELIX CULPA | ❝Everything I loved became everything I lost, but here you are, and I realized that maybe you were something I never knew I needed until you were all I ever wanted❞
THOR: RAGNAROK | VALKYRIE
A HERO OF HEROES BOOK
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"ATIA, HONEY, WHY-WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH ALASDAIR?"
Atia froze as her name was called, and she immediately dropped back down on the floor, Alasdair staring at her with the kind of bewilderment that could only come from someone who had witnessed the consequences that Grandmaster had placed on others who disobeyed.
Quivering, Atia stared at the sandal-clad feet of the Grandmaster as he came to stand before her, much too afraid to raise her head up to look at him and futilely plead for forgiveness, hoping that her consequence would be swift and painless, though she could only hope.
"Honey, why are you back on the ground, its filthy."
Raising her head, she looked up at the Grandmaster with wide eyes, confused as to why he was so lenient with her, she must have been breaking some rules, though, if she had truly thought about it, the Grandmaster had been nothing but kind to her and the other servants, at least until the others deserved their consequences.
"Up, up," he said, much more displeased, and she rushed to obey, sitting next to Alasdair, pressing up against his side, the Kallrynion freezing up for a moment at her touch before forcing himself to relax.
The Grandmaster sighed airily, sitting on her other side, draping his arm across the back of the couch, turning to the two of them with a smile, laughing slightly. "What-what have you two, uh, been-been up to?"
Alasdair gave her master an easy smile, and Atia blinked at him, confused by how he had shifted so easily into a persona she didn't recognize; it almost scared her, how genuine his disingenuous self was.
"Atia was just telling me how wonderful you are," he drawled, tilting his head, and the Grandmaster giggled at that, blushing and shrugging, mumbling words that Atia let fade into the background.
"A-Atia, dear, why-why don't you go and tend to our champion, he-he seems to have scared off a-a few of your friends," the Grandmaster suggested, placing a hand on her arm, and she nodded, standing and pausing just before she bowed, catching herself and scurrying away, Alasdair calling out a goodbye to her, much to the surprise of everyone in the room.
Sighing to herself, she continued along her way, taking a detour to grab the necessary supplies in order to tend her master's beloved champion. She had never seen him fight, as she and the other servants were either tending to the needs of the Grandmaster's favored company, or in their chambers awaiting to tend to his wounds later on. He was very large, however, and she was one of the more intimidated of souls that went to face him.
"He is like a beast," Hanina had whispered the first time she had been sent to tend to him, "Does he become violent?"
"Not to servants," she said, pausing for a moment before adding, "Not in some time. When he first arrived, yes. Now, he has mellowed. We'll be fine."
That wasn't comforting to anyone except herself, but in the end, she was the one going up to prepare him for his fight that night, not the others. So she steeled her nerves and, with her large bowl in hand, she made her way down the hall, past the guards, and into the room.
