Left on the side…

Summary - very random little one shot about a woman who is Lucius' mistress. Just a short monologue. Enjoy. R+R

Disclaimer - Don't own anything it belongs to JK Rowling. I sadly do not own Lucius either…it just occurred to me today that he is not actually real and therefore I never can marry him 

I am beautiful. I say this, not to be vain but to tell the truth. I am also not telling you this to spin a pack of lies of how I am unloved and unappreciated resulting in my horrible life, so as to seek out attention and sympathy.

I am loved and I am wealthy. I see the man I love often and we share wonderful moments together…but they are just moments. They do not last.

I am his mistress.

At school he said he wanted to marry me…but he never did. He married his betrothed, and left me on the side. At seventeen as I left school he brought up a proposition. That he would continue to love and lust over me…but never marry me.

I cannot have his children. It would create problems…that of course is his wife's duty, his simpering wife who sees her husband, my love everyday. Dotes on him and bears his child. She attends balls with him, lives in his house and shares his bed every single night.

But I am the one he loves. I am the one who is sent garlands of roses, jewels, sleek silver furs and expensive perfume. In return I must only stay beautiful, keep my hair ebony black and coiled, keep my stomach small and my body curved. And naturally to tend to his every need when he visits me.

As I said my life is not terrible. It could be worse. I am not sickly, I am not poor or hungry. I am not in debt and not homeless.

Just left on the side…