#narcissa-istic

Han’s head jerked up when he heard an upset cry of alarm. His first instinct was that something had happened, but he didn’t see any smoke or frantic running. As he calmed slightly, Han continued to scan the area until he saw Narcissa Malfoy of all people pulling herself back to her feet. After a moment of consideration where he strongly wanted to walk away, Han moved toward her. 

“Are you all right?” he asked as he came closer. She must have fallen, and Han knew she wouldn’t be pleased that he of all people was here to respond to it. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Liliana paused mid-stretch and angled her head down to see where Cissa’s fingers had settled in front of her hipbone. “The healers could have removed it,” she said casually. She lowered her arms, and when her shirt settled back into place over the faint scar, Lia lifted it back out of the way. “I didn’t want them to. Stretchmarks are just part of the process, you know? That’s probably easy for me to say when I only ended up with a couple, but it feels like a nice reminder.”

Miss Black,

Now that you have had a few days to come to terms with the situation, I wanted to reach out and apologize that we started off on the wrong foot. You will notice that no alarm bells have wrung to expose your parents’ dalliances. Oh yes, I do mean them both. From your dear mother’s complaints to me, your father is no saint either. I suppose it remains up to you whether you believe her.

As I said, I have kept quiet despite your interruption. You will find me a reasonable and discreet man. I do understand, however, how my presence may be upsetting to you. I would like to meet. It can be somewhere public of your choosing. I want to create ground rules with you, so you never have to know of my presence or hopefully anyone else’s again.

Sincerely,

@narcissa-istic

Han closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the sun against his face. Given the dreary English winter he’d had to suffer through, a little warmth had him positively thriving now. Druella must have sensed his need to enjoy the better weather because he’d been given strict instructions to send word on the first sunny day of her husband’s business trip and wait in the garden. It was the kind of scene Druella liked: handsome stranger who notices her walking by and can’t resist getting her attention. She liked to bring up her husband, pretend she couldn’t before she did. It got a little old, but she was nice enough. Her bank account was even nicer.

Han rolled his shoulders as he heard footsteps coming up the steps behind him. “Based on what I can hear, there’s a darling pair of heals. Are there some beautiful legs to go with them?” It was cheesy and bad, but Druella seemed to thrive on that kind of line.

He turned, a charmed smile on his face. That smile broke as he took in the woman coming his way. It wasn’t Druella.