SKYFALL︱Draco Malfoy

The Swann Estate

The silk emerald curtains were swaying as the wind made itself welcome through the open window. I could smell the faint aroma of the fresh morning dew on the grass as I sat on the black bench of my Steinway piano. It was cloudy today, the sky displaying sparkling shades of grey whenever the sun wanted to say hello. This was my favorite type of weather. Serene, mysterious, yet beautiful.

The drawing room was empty, and I glanced to the pearl white wall on my right, slowly scanning the rows of books lined up against each other. Libatius Borage's Advanced Potion Making, Curses and Counter-Curses, The Dark Forces... - I've read every one on those shelves. I was well ahead on my schoolwork, and in doing so I now had the time to learn the royal duties and more of the ins and outs of the family business.

Today was supposed to be my first day in studying the royal side of things, and I couldn't wait.

Since I was young, I've been training with my mother Nova. Knife throwing in the gardens, target practice at the lake, and physical training with her henchmen. I was agile, discreet, and had keen eyes. I wasn't particularly fond of killing, but I did it well and in the most elegant and clean way possible.

Even though magic was effective, my mother said it was easier to get to your target without sparing a few seconds to take out your wand and yell out a spell - drawing attention to yourself, or when you're in headlock by the enemy.

I traced my slender fingers on the piano keys and began to play the first couple notes of Mariage D'Amour, a piece my father always played with me when I was a little girl.

I fell in love when I first heard it. It was quite beautiful really, making you feel like you're in an entranced fairytale, yet it was melancholic all at the same time.

"Valerian, where are you?" I heard my father's authoritative voice echoing from the first floor.

"I'm in here." I remarked as I slowly played the next few notes. I hated being interrupted.

I sensed his presence immediately before he even made one step onto the marble floors of the quiet room. I could smell his expensive cologne from where I was sitting, one of bergamot and a hint of vanilla.

He raised one dark eyebrow at me and said in a serious tone, "Valerian, come downstairs. Your mother and I have something important to discuss with you. It's crucial to your success as a royal."

"Alright, I'll be down in just a second," I replied smoothly as I continued to press the keys.

"Now," he said in a stern voice, and he swiftly made his way back down the french staircase.

I sighed and took long strides towards the stairs, noticing my slender figure in the antique gold-crowned mirror at the end of the long hall. I stopped for a moment, my hazel eyes glinting back at me through my reflection. I looked just like my mother - there was no denying it.

Growing up, my mother told me that my eyes looked like the shimmering colors of a nebula. A dark mocha brown in the center bursting into a liquid gold then sage green, and ending with a pacific blue ring.

She once teased me saying that I'd be a heartbreaker with these eyes. Ha, as if. The only romance I've experienced is the one I've read about in books. Long lost damsels in distress marrying a prince and living in a fairytale.