Cassiopeia Rosier, formally Black, had just given birth to a daughter. The room she lay in, holding her baby girl, was barren and cold. There were no congratulations or celebrations at the birth of her daughter— for two reasons.
One, her father, Evan Rosier, was not present at the birth of his daughter— nor was anybody else, such as her brothers Sirius and Regulus. The second reason pertained to the mother's own feelings. She knew that no happiness would be bestowed upon a woman born into the Black family lineage. For they, at their core, are incapable of love.
Love, something that comes so easily to others was something the women of the Black family were cursed to never find or feel— unless at the expense of their former lives. To spare her daughter some mercy from that curse Cassiopeia named her something other than a constellation, something her family seemed to cherish so dearly.
Luella Rosier, perpetually Rosier, was born on the eve of August 28th, 1980. It wasn't a pleasant evening in the slightest, rain had hammered on the window– threatening to break through and lightning struck in loud, bright flashes.
To Cassiopeia, Luella belonged to her. Her son, Caelum would always belong to the Blacks' and Rosiers', but Luella— Luella was hers. Luella was her way of breaking free of her family, of creating a new legacy for her and for any women of the Black family that would follow.
Cassiopeia wouldn't make it to see her daughter turn two.
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Action"I don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy, I just wanna be a part of your family" -Anything, Adrianne Lenker ⚘❁⚘❁⚘❁⚘❁⚘❁⚘ in which Luella Rosier needs a break from life and a certain annoying brunette ⚘❁⚘❁⚘❁⚘❁⚘❁⚘ This story is an AU where James and...
