A/N: Written for the Pairing Set Bootcamp challenge, 45. Lucius/Daphne, and for the Freeverse Frenzie competition, poem 138.
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48. Concubine
She looked older than her years
and a hollow beauty, but soft and warn
unlike the sharp maternal blade of his wife
And she didn't waste her time with sentiments:
pragmatic in the way of life, the house, and wars.
It was just a shame his own son wasn't enough
a match for her – but he was secretly glad as well
because she was perfect for him, when he was tired out
from his son and wife, and needed a complete control
that didn't come from death or curses or will
But a simple submission
he'd bore of if it went forever more
but was fine as a smatter on his lips.