i have no time for confession
In part, Delphini knew He was right.
He had taken a name no one was familiar with, built himself from a pseudonym and a strange face amongst some of the most exclusive families in all of the wizarding world. She'd think it impossible, if he wasn't standing here before her today, a living testimony.
His hand against her cheek was almost gentle, the cold emanating from his finger tips almost expected, eerily inhumane. He was always more than a man.
Delphini hated it when he brought up Bellatrix. She loathed the look in his eyes, positively radiated with jealousy over the fondness he seemed to hold for the women. The women she never had the chance to know. The women who was supposed to be here, supposed to love her, who's presence would have perhaps allowed her some semblance of a life outside of the shadows.
His hand fell, and she wondered if he read her resentment.
But this isn't about them is it? This is about me, about my birthright, my opportunity . She wanted to scream, wanted to release the rage running rampant in her heart. What she actually said was something to the likes of: "Of course, My Lord."
Despite the lack of legilimency, she could still read his budding acrimony.
"I'll have updates for you bi-weekly. I don't expect any real momentum for at least a months time, is that acceptable?"
He gave the briefest of nods, Nagini hissing in affirmation.
"Well, then."
Her mark burned as she slammed the door shut on her way out.