❝ You were the nicotine I never knew I needed. ❞
♛
Athea's nipples rubbed against the fabric of her lace bra, the cups fitting her round breasts. They were pressed harshly against the wooden planks of the floor. "Get up." Was all she heard before ab...
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Arriving back home, Athea was overwhelmed with the nostalgia from the manor's walls. The dark Erie light struggling to escape the restrains from the blinds complimented the building. Wearing a warmer outfit because of the chilly weather, the girl layered a monochrome outfit with a neutral eye look.
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Assuming her father was in his study, Athena made her way up the black marble stairs, taking the left wing of stairs. It was heavily raining outside, the green garden was lightly flooded; flowers drenched.
The hallways held a royal stance, classical long rugs covering the dark brown wood tiles. Walls covered in old expensive paintings with thick carved frames. Making her way to the room, Athea stopped at the door.
Whatever he has to tell me, I'll be fine.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
I always am.
Before she could even knock, the door opened and revealed the Dark Lord waiting for his daughter. "Athena, welcome home. I've been waiting." He slightly smiles, compared to a normal slight smile; this isn't wasn't a smile. To Athea though, this was a cheeky grin.
"Hello father," she sat down on the couch by the fireplace. "What did you want to speak about?"
"I know how much of an independent person you are, but- hear me out." She knew how amazing her father was, and how much he respects her and her decisions; but sometimes she was forever to do things that were mandatory. Athea understood why he made her do things, in other words- reign monarchy.
"I'm listening." She encouraged him. "Well, I just want to make sure that our legacy continues. I'm not pressuring you." He gives his daughter a sincere look, dressed in black robes; sitting on the opposite couch as Athea.
"You're asking me to be wed?" It came out as a statement then a question.
"Well, yes- but I'm not forcing you to marry anyone at the moment. Just..to be prepared for it, find someone who you are interested. Someone who is worthy." Her father looked almost uncomfortable talking about this, but knew this had to be done in rider to keep the Riddle blood line.
"Let me guess, pure blooded Slytherin suprematist?" Athea said uninterested.
"Yes, you know how I feel about this." The anger that his daughter experiences filled his veins like black boiling water. Hating the way his unworthy muggle father ruined the Riddle name. "We need to build up the purity, and I want to make sure that our legacy continues. I'd like you to have a child in the next 5 years."
"Alright, I understand where you are coming from. Is there anyone in mind that you have?" Athea asked curiously.
"The Greybounds seem nice, their son is from Durmstrang. The Malfoys would be alright too, although they are pretty weak; but we don't need them for power anyways."
The girl hummed in response to his father. "But I will be the one to rule, correct?"
"Yes, of course my dear."
Im so sorry that this chapter is so short, and it's a day late; but it's like Christmas or whatever and this is the first year we are actually doing something. (I'm Islam) and we were invited to a Christmas party or som. So 26th I'll post a longer chapter to make up.
