✧GETTING THE UPPER HAND✧
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Come the following morning, Alphard had woken up in the best mood possible. Only to have turned over to his side and see that Rhea was no longer beside him.
Gone were the days when they could lounge around in bed until they wanted to get up. But soon those days would return, or he hoped, at the very least.
Yet his mood remained bright as he recalled that Rhea had an entire method to her studying—That was actually quite mad, if Corin hadn't spoken up about the newer generation of Ravenclaws and their habits.
It didn't pass Alphard's notice that Maverick was a Ravenclaw as well. And since Corin dated said Ravenclaw, she knew to see these types of actions.
Yet finding his little goddess slouched over the library table with drool starting to blotch her paper—Yet upon further expectation, she caught just how red and puffy her eyes had gotten.
Had she been crying?
In taking the gentle steps away, he caught sight of the Lestrange wax seal, and damn it all. He should ban any mail coming from either Clarissa or Radolphous.
It would be the absolute best karma, after all, they forced Clarissa's parents' hand. Though they never verbally admitted the affair, considering Rolf's birthday is mere months after his parent's anniversary.
In stepping out of the room, he took to scanning the entirety of the letter—And Merlin himself have mustered up this evil, this abuse.
It was no wonder that Rhea was so quick to take to living with Andy—why she was alright to give up a life of luxury.
Because it seems that Rhea had never gotten the taste of it.
He folded the note, but the damned phrases were still plaguing his thoughts. "Your mother and I are outraged by this behavior, Rhea."
"We've taught you better than this."
"We're a family."
"The entire guest list knows you kicked us out."
Over and over again, he felt the wear and tear starting to diminish her spirit. But he needed to nip this in the arse, and so he returned their room, gotten dress, and sent out to do just that.
Oh, he was at the top of the Pureblood community for a reason, and perhaps it was finally time for the Lestranges to meet their demise.
Upon walking through the grand foyer of their residence, he ignored the elf and made it to the dining room—Trailed by a very stressed elf begging for him to be announced and warn his masters.
But he couldn't bother with formalities.
"Ah, perfect...I have the pleasure of speaking to you both—No need to get me a seat, this will only take a moment." Both Radolphous and Clarissa were absolutely gaping at Alphard's audacity to come unannounced and so early in the morning.
"What the devils do you think you're doing here, Alphard?! Haven't you done enough? You've corrupted my daughter into—"
"Into what? Given her courage? Given her a bit of self-worth. I can play this game for ages, Radolphous. My good friend, have you ever seen a woman in power? My cock is getting hard just thinking about Rhea making—"
"Enough! We are eating! I do not need to know about your actions with my daughter—"
"Hm. Yes, but you should be careful about your actions against my wife. How many times did I warn you? Warn you both?...I'll leave it at this—Clarissa, have you spoken with Welhiem about Rabastan yet?" To say Mistress Lestrange's face hadn't gotten stock white had been the near icing of the cake.
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Fanfiction[BOOK ONE] As a freshly graduated Ravenclaw, Rhea Lestrange wasn't faced with just any decision--Her family saw it as an opportunity to find her a betrothed. Marriage was the last thought on her mind, her aspiration of being a healer had been comple...
