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A notice was hung on the notice board of the Golden Willow, branded with the company emblem of ArdelanCo©.
I am Marvolo Ardelan, the patriarch of House Ardelan, the Chief Executive Officer of the Ardelan Brothers Business Company, and the Head Overseer of the upcoming Tyrian Gazette. I am a man who has been working bone and teeth to bring respectability and reputation of good thought to my family name for the past month. Aiding the Regalian Economy, helping businesses foster, donating to the State and the Imperial Family, and doing my services as a proud Unionist man.
As some of you may know, I alongside House Peirgarten was recently accused of numerous crimes by a woman who goes by the name of Wyetta Lowenbrau, and both families were taken to court. The trial is to be held on the seventh of July.
Originally, I held no intentions of speaking up against the lies of a nobody. I found it unnecessary to concern myself with the deliberate slandering of a woman who took to hating me when she couldn't get what she wanted out of me. However, when this woman begins to dishonorably and shamefully, most importantly disgustingly, claim that I have sexually forced myself on her, some words have to be spoken.
To get the hang of the situation, one requires context. Wyetta Lowenbrau was originally a hired company worker, who came to me out of interest of us supposedly being gangsters. When I figured she was useful for the company, I hired her and I trusted her enough to bring her with me during numerous business meetings. All was fine and well until she began to work not for the coin, but for my intimate attention, which I, of course, did not provide. She began underdressing and constantly attempted to seduce me, attempts which were witnessed not only by me but any who were around us. Her attempts bore no fruit.
After a week of her employment, word came from another worker, Christa Nhaendar, that Wyetta had beaten her to a pulp and held a knife to her neck, threatening to take her life if she didn't stay away from me. This incident was reported to the guards and I removed Wyetta from the company for it after also being told precisely by herself that she was suspiciously playing around with my company papers and visiting the slums with them. Not wishing to hold a misfit in a legal and respectable business, I stripped her from her role in the company.
Only days after her removal from the Company, she takes me to court with a bunch of lies she made up, out of a hatred born from immature levels of jealousy and shameful lust. She deliberately accused me of insulting and offending Hengest Harhold, knowing that it would harm me given my rough history with said family. She accused people she never met of attempting against her life, an attempt that nobody recognizes or remembers. She claimed I and lady Peirgarten were slandering her by calling her a harlot, a profession she has taken to a level of legitimacy with her supposed agency built around seducing men with lifted skirts and heavy makeup to gather information. A woman who publicly spoke of having sugar daddies and nobles paying her rent in return of favors, of course she would be called a harlot.
Out of respect, I held my tongue about her accusations and agreed to go to court and defend my case. However, the last straw happened to be when I learned that Wyetta began going around and telling people that I have raped her.
I would sooner cut off my hands and cock before I ever laid a single hand upon her. Bluntly, a clown jester has less paint on their body. The woman would become a whole new person if one were to pour a bucket of water over her. I have never laid a finger upon her, I have never sexually abused her, I have never forced myself on her, and that is fact. Even the thought of being in close proximity with her makes me want to vomit at the prospect of catching her dyes and paints on me. Take it easy, Wyetta. It's a face, not a coloring book.
I hereby humbly request that the peerage of Regalia and the common citizens do not allow theirselves to be deceived by a crying dollface. Everything written above are the absolute honesty and truth, and Wyetta deliberately does everything in her ability to try and put me down a few notches. Please do not listen to her accusations against my name, and do not be tricked by her overexaggerated gestures of false emotion and deceit.
As some of you may know, I alongside House Peirgarten was recently accused of numerous crimes by a woman who goes by the name of Wyetta Lowenbrau, and both families were taken to court. The trial is to be held on the seventh of July.
Originally, I held no intentions of speaking up against the lies of a nobody. I found it unnecessary to concern myself with the deliberate slandering of a woman who took to hating me when she couldn't get what she wanted out of me. However, when this woman begins to dishonorably and shamefully, most importantly disgustingly, claim that I have sexually forced myself on her, some words have to be spoken.
To get the hang of the situation, one requires context. Wyetta Lowenbrau was originally a hired company worker, who came to me out of interest of us supposedly being gangsters. When I figured she was useful for the company, I hired her and I trusted her enough to bring her with me during numerous business meetings. All was fine and well until she began to work not for the coin, but for my intimate attention, which I, of course, did not provide. She began underdressing and constantly attempted to seduce me, attempts which were witnessed not only by me but any who were around us. Her attempts bore no fruit.
After a week of her employment, word came from another worker, Christa Nhaendar, that Wyetta had beaten her to a pulp and held a knife to her neck, threatening to take her life if she didn't stay away from me. This incident was reported to the guards and I removed Wyetta from the company for it after also being told precisely by herself that she was suspiciously playing around with my company papers and visiting the slums with them. Not wishing to hold a misfit in a legal and respectable business, I stripped her from her role in the company.
Only days after her removal from the Company, she takes me to court with a bunch of lies she made up, out of a hatred born from immature levels of jealousy and shameful lust. She deliberately accused me of insulting and offending Hengest Harhold, knowing that it would harm me given my rough history with said family. She accused people she never met of attempting against her life, an attempt that nobody recognizes or remembers. She claimed I and lady Peirgarten were slandering her by calling her a harlot, a profession she has taken to a level of legitimacy with her supposed agency built around seducing men with lifted skirts and heavy makeup to gather information. A woman who publicly spoke of having sugar daddies and nobles paying her rent in return of favors, of course she would be called a harlot.
Out of respect, I held my tongue about her accusations and agreed to go to court and defend my case. However, the last straw happened to be when I learned that Wyetta began going around and telling people that I have raped her.
I would sooner cut off my hands and cock before I ever laid a single hand upon her. Bluntly, a clown jester has less paint on their body. The woman would become a whole new person if one were to pour a bucket of water over her. I have never laid a finger upon her, I have never sexually abused her, I have never forced myself on her, and that is fact. Even the thought of being in close proximity with her makes me want to vomit at the prospect of catching her dyes and paints on me. Take it easy, Wyetta. It's a face, not a coloring book.
I hereby humbly request that the peerage of Regalia and the common citizens do not allow theirselves to be deceived by a crying dollface. Everything written above are the absolute honesty and truth, and Wyetta deliberately does everything in her ability to try and put me down a few notches. Please do not listen to her accusations against my name, and do not be tricked by her overexaggerated gestures of false emotion and deceit.
I am calling out to Wyetta Lowenbrau right here and right now, that I will remember everything and forgive nothing.
I wish you luck at the trial.
Marvolo Antonis Ardelan
Family Patriarch of House Ardelan
Chief Executive Officer of Ardelan Brothers Co©
Head Overseer of the Tyrian Gazette
Not a f*cking rapist
Family Patriarch of House Ardelan
Chief Executive Officer of Ardelan Brothers Co©
Head Overseer of the Tyrian Gazette
Not a f*cking rapist
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