ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ
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"ʟᴇ ᴄŒᴜʀ ᴅᴇ ʟ'ᴏᴄÉᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ"
After the whirlwind of events that had just happened, Adeline sat at her vanity. Looking at herself in the mirror when the door opened. In the doorway stood Cal, with a black velvet box in his hands. "I know you've been melancholy; I don't pretend to know why." Cal said, walking over towards Adeline.
He moved her music box over and sat down on her vanity. "I intended to save this until the engagement gala next week, but I thought tonight." He continued. Cal opened the box and inside was an ocean blue diamond the size of a rock, smaller diamonds lining it to form a necklace.
"Good gracious." Adeline said.
"Perhaps this is a reminder of my feelings for you." He said.
"Is it a-"
"Diamond? Yes. 56 carats to be exact." Cal said as he took the diamond necklace out of the box and placed it around Adeline's neck.
"It was worn by Louis the 16th, and they called it Le coeur de l'océan."
"The Heart of the Ocean." They both said.
"It's overwhelming." Adeline said.
"It's made for royalty. We are royalty, Adeline."
"You, know there's nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I couldn't deny you, if you would not deny me. Open your heart to me, Adeline." Cal continued. Adeline grabbed the diamond that was around her neck gently, it was incredibly heavy. Like it was weighing down almost as much as the expectations her father had for her.
Cal stood up and left, closing the door behind him and heading to his room, and Adeline took the necklace off and placed it back in the velvet box it belonged in before going to bed. In the sitting room, Narcissa scoffed and couldn't help but roll her eyes. She could tell Hockley was bribing Adeline at this point to love him.
"What's the problem this time Narcissa?" Lucius asked.
"You know what the problem is Lucius. Showering a woman with gifts and jewelry is not love. You know how unhappy our daughter is, yet you continue to crush her with expectations." Narcissa said.
Lucius knew his wife was right, he didn't admit it though. Deep down, Lucius just wanted his daughter to be happy, but he wanted her to get married to a pureblood to continue the bloodline. Every day, the guilt grew. He thought that instead of wanting to look at propellers, his daughter was going to kill herself, that only made him feel worse. Yet the words "I'm sorry" couldn't form.
"I just want her to be happy Narcissa."
"If you really paid attention, you'd see she isn't." Narcissa got up and headed to bed herself, leaving her husband sitting there. The door opened and Draco walked in after a few too many brandies in the smoking room. Even half drunk, Draco could tell when his parents had gotten into a fight.
"Did you and Mum fight about 'the situation' again?" Draco asked and his father nodded.
"Why don't you just call the whole thing off?"
"It's too late to do that, Draco. And besides, do you know what our reputation would look like after that?"
Draco sighed. "Is that what matter's more than your daughter's happiness? Your reputation?" Draco asked.
At the moment, Draco's argument had sounded exactly like his mothers. But no matter how many times that argument was made, and no matter how many times guilt had flooded over Lucius, he still hadn't listened.
See, this was a problem. Lucius' pride had taken control of his decisions many times and no matter how much he thought about those choices, he wouldn't swallow his pride and change his mind.
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(ᴀ/ɴ: ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴀʟ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ.)
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