The moon heartlessly rejected me,
as if she were Andromache and I were Pyrrhus.
Even though she knew the man she was to marry would be arriving soon, she still refused my help.
Marriage alliances were another way to preserve peace.
The old lands of the eagle and the rooster had once become one country through marriage.
A long journey was a gamble; one might never return.
She had waited many years for that "prince." The old king would not let his daughter wait forever.
I was not by nature a jealous man.
Everything I had obtained had been won through my own efforts.
Unlike the Prince of Troy, whose status had placed him above tens of thousands from the moment he was born.
Things once discarded and left unused became wonderfully useful in my hands.
Yet those who had once ignored them called me a thief, a robber,
while I protected them as their lawful owner.
I searched everywhere for some uncomfortable corner of the world in which to hide.
Originally, all I wanted was a loving kiss from her.
I would have stayed away from that woman and continued on my journey.
But now, I would destroy this country. Only then could my heart find peace again.
There were reasons some people walked toward destruction or became great.
The old king truly was wise.
Unfortunately, he was already old. Even if he had perceived the danger, he no longer had the strength to protect his kingdom.
"I didn't tell Cissy anything," Lucius Malfoy said from the other end of the crystal. "Draco hasn't written to us in a long time. How could I control what he wrote to her?"
Severus was too exhausted to speak.
After a long while, he finally said, "What was Kingsley's decision?"
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