Black Unbound- Sirius Black's Daughter

❝ maybe if i disappear, no one will notice i am gone. ❞

She rules a kingdom built on absence.
The most powerful woman in Britain, and not a single person remains who would die for her.
The world celebrates her victories. She feels nothing.

Her days are quiet. Endless. Solitude has teeth.
She moves through halls that once held laughter, through rooms that echo with the ghosts of voices she can no longer call her own.
Grief is patient. Unforgiving. It waits in every shadow, sharpening itself against her bones.

Sometimes she wonders if she would trade it all-titles, power, the world itself-for a single heartbeat with the people she loved most.
She imagines it constantly, and the imagining burns brighter than any crown.

She is strong. Cold. Untouchable.
And yet, in the silence, she would sell her soul a thousand times over to bring them back, if only for a moment.

(post-war | grief | solitude | quiet power | moral desperation | legacy)