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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐌 ── ◦'𖥸'◦ ── 𝒜𝒞𝒯 ℱℐ𝒱ℰ ↳ ❛ love is in the air ❜︎ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟲𝟬 ╱ ╱ ☕️🕊˚◞𑁍ﾟ𝙿𝙻𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚂𝚆𝙸𝙵𝚃
REYNA DE MARTEL couldn't find it in herself to remove her gaze from the mirror. The wedding dress was extravagant and decorated in beads and the finest fabric.
She couldn't be any happier to marry her fiancé, her future husband. Reyna was nervous but excited all together. Walburga flaunted the fact that she'll soon have a big house but she didn't care about the wealth.
For only Reyna De Martel cared about Regulus.
12 Grimmauld Place decorated in golden details with coordinating flowers and patterns that reminded her of the old era's.
The House Elfs left the room for Narcissa and Walburga standing there wearing genuine smiles. "You look absolutely gorgeous." the Malfoy beamed.
Walburga dapped a tissue to the corner of her eyes, "I--I promised I wouldn't cry. From this day forward I'd actually have a girl to call my own." she sniffled. "I think Penelope would be glad to see you like this."
Her mother passed away a few months back from an unknown illness but deep down she had a feeling who was behind her mother's death.
None other than her older brother Jasper.
The two girls present exchanged wide-eyed looks, they found it creepy that bipolar Walburga was showing emotions like this on a day like this. Then again, this was her son.
Bellatrix handed her a bouquet of flowers of red and white. She pulled the veil over Reyna's head and blinked her eyes to hide her watery eyes. "Your dad's on the other side, I can't wait for you to finally join this family."
Reyna strained a smile, "Were you this nervous as well?"
"To be honest, I didn't give a shit."
"Bella! Don't say that!"
"I don't even love the man." she snorted.
Bellatrix has been married for almost nine years and she was absolutely miserable. She didn't need a man for power. Everyone knew that the moment she started walking to Gala's wearing trousers and not even her parents stood in her way of it either because they feared her wrath.
With each step she took Reyna gained the confidence for what was about to happen next. Her father came into view and the man wore dark attire.
Everything decorated in cold grey tones that made Reyna want to shiver.
"Father,"
"Reyna," he murmured, there were little tears present in his eyes. "Are you sure? You can leave right there and now and I won't be ashamed or mad about it either. I shouldn't have let your mother dictate your life."
