"Narcissa was the shining star of the family," he said. "She was the one to return the Black's to a pedestal of nobility; she provided her parents with a much-needed future. A promise. A death wish, though, all the same. That fucking scum, that fucking pathetic excuse for a man, gave her everything she needed to turn the tables back for her family. But at what cost?" He huffed, fuming. "At what cost, hm? A life, child. A life. She traded it willingly, of course, because it was not hers. It was not hers, and yet she felt it was hers to give."