“ My darling ,
You hold so much sadness in your eyes,
I can almost touch the scars of your soul and cry.”
-Alexandra Vasiliu
She’s changed.
She no longer looks for a flower in her garden or the sun in her sky, you no longer hear her laughs across the antechambers or the gleaming ocean orbs of her mug. You can see it in her eyes and feel it in her touch, she is not the same. The softness in her voice is now eclipsed by the cadaver of her roots.
The princess is no longer there, all that is left of her is the death of her father and the rise of Obelia’s new sun.
The princess is no longer there, all that is left of her is Empress Athanasia De Alger Obelia of the Obelian sun.
The day Claude withered owing to his curse, Athanasia didn’t shed a sole tear for him. She didn’t wail in Lilian’s embrace or scream for a certain magician , she just gaped at her father’s carcass and held, held onto every scar that was embedded in her soul and her frame. Athanasia was nothing but a work of wounds. Her being for the past 2 lives and current gave her nothing but damage.
In all honesty, Athanasia knew this day would come sooner than expected. Since the day Claude’s curse was acknowledged, she knew he would leave.
“ Daddy, you won’t ever leave me, promise me?”
“ Never, Athanasia”
He didn’t promise her.
‘I will always be there for you,Athanasia’
Everyone had known Claude to be a lot of things but a liar wasn’t one of them, but then again in death people often change.
The times blood was coughed out of Claude’s mouth had increased tremendously, his bones were practically on display and the shine of the jewels in his eyes were long gone. The greatest emperor of the Obelian dynasty had died from a curse and no one was there to save him.
‘Why isn’t daddy speaking? Daddy? He-…he’s not breathing? Why is no one doing anthing? Daddy cannot leave me, he has to be here, he promised me!’
He hadn’t.
At one point, Athanasia knew her father’s death wasn’t her doing but to escape the void of numbness she made herself feel as if she was worth not even a dime and the right to feel sorrow was far from her, completely out of her reach. She didn’t cry because she knew she didn’t deserved that. Mayhaps all this misery, she deserved.
Athanasia ‘s jewelled eyes were now empty and her soul was numb. It was the death of a father and along with him was the demise of a child.
‘Princess Athanasia’s kindness radiates from her to others, the selflessness of the princess would indeed make her a great empress.’ The Obelian family has had tyranny in their blood since generations and perhaps, it will not be ending with Athanasia anymore because grief often leaves us as nothing but our worst fears.
‘You are my one and only daughter, Athanasia. You are the heir to my throne.’
‘Make way for His Majesty ,Emperor Claude De Alger Obelia and Her Highness, the Crown Princess Athanasia De Alger Obelia’
“Make way for Her Royal Highness, Empress Athanasia De Alger Obelia”
Athanasia was an orphan, once again.
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Fanfiction(tw: Anxiety, depression, major character death, mentions of blood and nightmares) Athanasia, broken but still standing strong. This is the story of a young empress who lost everything but still had everything. This is the story of Athanasia De Alge...
