-UndoubtedlyYours-

-Chapter♚♕Fourteen-

✧THE BIRDS MAY FLY✧

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On the bright side of it all, Orion and Alphard had managed well enough with their business venture. And while he had expected to be questioned by the likes of the Ravenclaw, the young witch simply smiled and ask if it went alright without trouble, and Orion had shot him a pleasant grin.

Divulging in the fact that the two were spread out amongst Europe in trades and other various business, and that piqued her interest—Even if she was nervous to ask.

Alphard hardly wanted to talk about work with the witch, and so when he had claimed he was taking Rhea out to eat—Orion had suddenly turned rather defensive overtaking the charge from the manor and away.

"We will be at my other estate, Rhea deserves a proper tour as well as being wined and dined." Not wanting to say no to the eager almost couple, Orion reluctantly agreed. But demanded that they return before 3.

While they wouldn't have to leave one another's company directly at 3, they would simply have to return back to Grimmuald's place to ensure that it wasn't any at all suspicious.

Alphard had managed to enjoy both lunch with his beloved little Ravenclaw as well as tour the entirety of the large estate. His witty comments on the room he had first found her in had caused a bit of an inside joke between the two.

"With all that gasping Rhea, it makes me think you'll need another bin."

Even now, as she had a full stomach and a positive outlook. Rhea had returned to Grimmulad's place with an even brighter smile, if that was ever possible.

"I'd say you two enjoyed yourself?" Rhea nodded her head and thanked Orion for allowing it. "Let me fetch that book before I forget."
"Nonsense darling, I can just purchase it—" She shook her head and hurried up the steps to her room to retrieve it.

"And?" Orion questioned, and Alphard scoffed. "She adores that place, I can't understand why."
"Funny enough, she'll be the mistress of in a few months, won't she?" Alphard's scowl didn't necessarily mean it wasn't a false statement.

Today had certainly confirmed everything that the eldest Black had thought of.

"I did find something interesting about Dolohov."
"What do you count as interesting?" "Well, starting with Rhea's dowery. Her father's placed nearly 1.5 million Galleons upon marriage, and another half upon birthing children." Alphard's mouth had run dry, while it wasn't strange to hear of ungodly amounts of money behind a witch that was of age to marry.

But that was completely unreasonable.

"Is Radolphous right in the head?"
"Evidently not, but Dolohov's expenses have skyrocketed. For what? I cannot find that out on such short notice. But anyone would favor that amount of coin behind a beautiful witch." Orion had watched his brother nod along, but as his hand had come up to stroke his facial hair.

His frown had slowly lowered into a rather horrifying expression.

Rhea had returned at the wrong moment, she walked down the stairs like she owned them and stood right in front of Atlas. "I found my annotated copy and a blank one, I'm not sure if—" Her small gasp had elected fear into his heart.

His anger was not meant for her.

"I'm sorry Rhea, Orion has told me a bit of unpleasant news." Her eyes flickered between them, realizing she had walked back and interrupted a conversation.