Evening, July 9th
Dusk was falling and Narcissa found it difficult to make out the pages of her book. It didn't really matter; she wasn't reading anyway. She closed the volume with a sigh and set it aside on the table.
She had made her decision. She'd made it some days ago, and so there really was no reason for her to spend the afternoon closeted upstairs, or for dinner to be the silent and dull affair that it had been, or for her to be sitting here now in a gloomy chamber alone. No reason at all. It was just that she felt a little ill every time she thought about going to talk to Lucius. It felt very much like the end of something.
Rising, she took a deep breath and tugged at her robes, straightening them. She had faced endings before, enough of them to know that endings were mostly illusion. Stepping out into the corridor, she made her way through the shadows to find her husband.
She had made her decision. She'd made it some days ago, and so there really was no reason for her to spend the afternoon closeted upstairs, or for dinner to be the silent and dull affair that it had been, or for her to be sitting here now in a gloomy chamber alone. No reason at all. It was just that she felt a little ill every time she thought about going to talk to Lucius. It felt very much like the end of something.
Rising, she took a deep breath and tugged at her robes, straightening them. She had faced endings before, enough of them to know that endings were mostly illusion. Stepping out into the corridor, she made her way through the shadows to find her husband.