Now, as Narcissa stood looking at Lucius, really seeing him for the first time, she felt nothing. No guilt or remorse, or longing of what might have been between her and this cold, stoic, merciless creature before her.
“I…was coming to see if you needed anything before I retired.” She said finally into the silence.
“Don’t be silly, Narcissa, you’re not a house elf.”
“No. Of course not. How…silly of me, indeed.” She murmured. “Good night, then, my lord.” Not waiting for his reply, if he even bothered to make one, she strode out of the room, head high. As soon as she had returned to her own quarters, she summoned a quill and parchment.
You were right.
P.S. You’re buying drinks tomorrow.