He places a chaste kiss on her cheek before departing. He has no reason to stay now that he has had his fun. He can see the tears in her eyes, threatening to pour down her smooth, pale cheeks, but he resists, turning to leave.
"Is that it?" she whispers, narrowing her icy blue eyes at him, her sorrow forgotten, replaced with pure malice.
"You know the arrangement, my dear" he whispers back, malice in his voice aswell. If you hadn't witnessed the act they had committed beforehand you would've thought the two were fierce foes, not two people who were engaged to be married.
"I am aware of the arrangement, Lucius" she spits back, shaking her long blonde hair, "But I wasn't aware of the coldness that you were going to approach it with"
"Well get used to it, Narcissa" he spits back, uttering her name as though it is a word that makes him feel nauseous just to speak, "Because this is how the arrangement shall work until you are with child, and you will agree to it, and you will not try to hinder the plans in any way, shape or form. Are we clear?"
"Crystal" she breathes, not looking him in the eye, trying her best to keep the hot, salty tears from spilling down her cheeks.
He looks at her with hard eyes; he has no feelings for the one who is going to bear his child, she is a woman who is to be used for pureblood breeding and nothing else. Feelings don't even come into the equation.
He turns around and slams the door in her pretty face. She could have any man in the pureblood world that she wants, but her family have landed her with him. She sits alone in the cold bedroom, wrapped in a duvet that she clings to for comfort. When will he get bored of their weekly routines?