As she walked down the isle for the first and only time , Narcissa felt a white rage towards her husband to be. He hadn't lied to her; he just hadn't told her, and that in a way that was worse. So much worse.
But as he took her hand and walked her to the altar, it all just went. She no longer felt a rage but his love, the type he had always, when he had remembered to, given her.
He had promised to honour, love, and protect her; and at that time all she could say was..."I do"
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