"if only it were not barred to me by the measure of my own inhumanity. I am... insufficient, Lyra. I cannot tell you that I love you in the way a man ought to. I cannot say that you are safe, because I have shown you what it means to be threatened by the very heart that should guard you. Yet-" His hand rested lightly on the arm of his chair, quivering almost imperceptibly.
"Yet, I cannot stop the truth. You are mine, in every way I dare not claim. My heart has long belonged to another, and yet-my soul, my stubborn, irredeemable soul, has chosen you."
In which, arrogance is their armor. Devotion is their weakness.
Lyra Wulburga Black-heir to a legacy of power, pride, and perfection. Married to Lucius Malfoy in a union of convenience, she wears her coldness like a shield, hiding the cracks no one is meant to see. But when shadows grow darker at Hogwarts, and their son's life hangs in the balance, Lyra must navigate a treacherous world of loyalties, secrets, and unspoken care. Even the strongest hearts can falter... when devotion becomes the only weapon left.
Lyra Black x Remus Lupin
Lyra Black x Lucius Malfoy
Naeremys Targaryen, youngest child born to Baelon Targaryen, and half-sister of Viserys I Targaryen and Daemon Targaryen. During the Dance of Dragons Naeremys faces a difficult choice, perhaps the most difficult she's ever faced. Side with the Blacks, to bend the knee to her niece, Rhaenyra, the named heir, and her brother as she desperately wishes to. Or side with the Greens where lies her favorite nephew and where her daughters are at risk if she doesn't bend the knee to Aegon II.