Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
(!!TW!! Mentions of blood, death, violence and other upsetting topics)
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In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.
-Unknown author
The house was silent. The soft sound of wind carried down the deserted halls of the Malfoy family Manor, no rain hit off the windows, the skies were clear, the moon shining like a diamond eye watching over the land as it slept.
Odette slept soundly in the arms of a boy she once felt only hatred and suspicion towards, the feel of his chest rising and falling slowly against her back in a rhythmic pattern made it easier for the girl to remain asleep.
She had no dreams, no thoughts, no worries...
Nothing bothered her, she felt content and peaceful for the first time in a while.
That was until a hand covered her mouth, muffling her scream as she awoke to the sheer force of the hand.
Her immediate reaction— grabbing her dagger from under her pillow— wasn't possible as her fingers searched desperately for the cold metal of the blade beneath the silk, all the no avail.
The Malfoy boys room was too dark to make out who it was startling her awake in the middle of the night, but what she did know was that it was not the boy she fell asleep aside, as she still felt his soft breathing against the back of her neck.
