ᴡᴍᴍᴀᴘ: ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰

Game of chess: the Chariot

D+72

Athanasia de Alger Obelia. That was her full, legal name. Her name. The name given to her by her mother, Diana. The name that her father, Claude- let her keep, the one he acknowledged that night, and up until now, and even into the future, she will breathe with that name on her lips. 

And that very same name was dragged through the mud because of this despicable waste that dared to breathe the same air as she did. Cowardly pig.

Had he been up front about it, appealed to those villagers and fellow county nobles that it was for their own sake, and not used her name- she would have praised this bastard instead of having some unscrupulous people dig him a ten foot deep grave in his own backyard.

"This name I've built for myself, from the ground up, you have no right to it." Athanasia's teeth are bared, not bothering to hide her nefarious bloodlust at the magistrate that was cowering before her. 

Having been caught red handed pocketing funds that were to be distributed to the people of a county- that unsurprisingly was part of Countess Judith's territory and Athanasia couldn't help but see the cogwheels set in motion. 

He had spread her name to raise more funds, and his greed had landed him in this mess, unable to do anything but weep of his misfortunes. "Please! Your highness! I don't dare! I- please!" 

His bawling is putrid- the spittle from his mouth sprays outwards, dotting drops of spit onto her floor near her feet, and Athanasia's face twists in revulsion.

She continues, "Some may say my methods are...brutal...but I say they only uphold the glory that is Obelia". She casts a downwards glance at the man, and she fidgets in her seat before throwing a cup of tea at his head. 

The pieces embedded in his forehead, blood spurting from the open wounds. The wailing finally stops as his eyes go unfocused, the brunt of the impact giving him something similar to a concussion- and she waves in the guards that were hovering by the open door. 

"Take him away to the dungeons, would you please?" 

"Of course, your highness." 

She smiled at the two, "Thank you, Myles, Theodore. After this, you can both collect your annual time off from Lilian later, all right?" they salute her with their free hands, smiles spreading over their faces as they drag the man out.

The doors shut, and Athanasia's smile fails to keep itself up any longer and her magic envelops her, cleansing her. 

"That.. foul! Filthy!" each word punctuated by a vicious scrub on her exposed skin. "His babbling nonsense- that's fine but... " she drags a finger up her arm to check and releases the magic. 

"Couldn't he have kept his mouth shut? Degenerate swine." Athanasia feels she's gotten more sensitive with dirty things...most likely because of a certain someone.

Athanasia dips her pen into the inkwell that rested on her desk, scrawling out neat, thin calligraphy onto paper as she finds herself engrossed in slashing her T's and extending her J's.

Countess Judith of Xxxxxx County,

Your third brother has been found and charged with the crime of defaming the Imperial Family, thus Lèse-majesté and you are to be summoned to the Capital on the xx of xxxxx to be informed of your family's punishment regarding this matter. 

In short, your personal assets and property will have been seized and surrendered to the authorities, effective immediately. 

It would be in your best interest to depart as soon as this letter arrives at your residence. Do not try to tempt fate, be glad it has not been your head We seek in retribution for your house's heinous acts of treachery. We will be awaiting your arrival.