Written for the May Event at Hogwarts. Prompt: Trophy. Words: 102.


Trophy Wife

Narcissa loved Lucius, of course she did. But something was wrong. After five years of marriage and a beautiful son, she had been a good wife. She'd been loyal, and caring, affectionate when she could.

But he made it difficult. He brushed her touch away, quelled her loving words with a chaste kiss. He was perfectly polite and nice, but there was no warmth when they made love. Always so proud and dominant, he never let his guard down, even around her.

It was her sister, Bellatrix, who explained it to her.

"It's simple, Cissy," she'd told her. "You're his trophy wife."