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After being released from Azkaban, the previously imprisoned Death Eaters had spent about a month being healed and resting.
It was during this time that Rodolphus noticed the Dark Lord's frequent visits to his wife's room.
When he had asked her about this, she has merely laughed and replied that she was his most faithful follower, of course he would visit her.
He wondered if she was as faithful to him as she was to their Lord.
He got his answer, one night, a few months hence.
"She talks about you in her sleep, and there's nothing I can do to keep, from crying when she calls your name, my lord," Rodolphus pleaded in his mind, one day, during a death eater's meeting.
He knew their Lord had heard his message, for he had been staring in their Lord's eyes while he thought so. His Lord was perhaps the best Legilimens in Great Britain, after all.
Voldemort merely laughed at his pleas, and he knew his impertinence was the reason he was held the longest under the Cruciatis after a failed mission.
But after a few more nights of hearing her call out her Lord's name at the wrong time, he decided to plead again.
It was worth a chance, and being under the Cruciatis was heaven compared to the pain he felt hearing his wife call out the wrong name.
"You could have your choice of women, But I could never love again, She's the only one for me, my lord" he continued.
And it was true, when he was younger there had been many pureblooded women flirting with him and trying to become the Lady Lestrange, but he only had his eyes for the one Bellatrix Black.
He had turned down all offers, and even refused her dowry, claiming that Bellatrix herself was the greatest boon he could ever receive. In fact, he had joined the Death Eaters on his wife insistence, before he had had interest in pursuing a Master's Degree in Runes.
Months of pleading had seemingly paid off, for later that year, their Lord no longer visited Bellatrix.
Rodolphus was ecstatic and had tried to please his wife as well, offering her several gifts and jewels and dark artifacts that he knew she had an interest in.
Her hesitation to reconcile with him was explained when he saw her stomach growing a few months later.
She had said that the child was his, that he had no reason to worry but, he knew that she was lying when the child opened her eyes.
There was only one person he knew that had eyes as red as her child.
Atlast, he willingly walked in to the last battle to die, for he knew Delphini wasn't his.
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